Camping: What's the Harm?

[thesummerqueen]

I'm just going to take a wild stab, as he's not likely to answer.

I have no "angst" - at least not of the existential kind. I don't even have angst for these people. I have pity, and sometimes sympathy.

I'm not prepping myself for some crusade against religion because "angst" for these sorts of people drives me to it. There are others, far more eloquent and wiser than I, already leading that movement.

I don't plan to teach my children this bullshit. If I get knocked up by my current boyfriend, and they take after their parents, it won't be far along in life before they realize what a hunk of hooey religion is anyway. Both of us figured it out at a fairly young age.

I don't set out to deconvert people, but I will stand firm against baloney.

I am one small spark against billions of other tiny sparks, glittering across the surface of one more spark in a billion coruscating in the universe.

The only thing that makes me different from some other sparks is I don't require the assurance that mine is somehow special and cherished out of all that other light in the universe by some being capable of taking it all in, yet somehow capable of differentiating between them all.

For a short time, my spark's going to help warm another's. We make a pleasant glow together. Then it will dwindle, and die. Others will take our place. The wheel of the galaxy will turn and the universe will continue expanding, and my atoms will disperse wherever they may. When I'm dead, I won't be around to care.

But I'm not dead now. And if I lived in fear of what might happen after that, I'd be too worried about what might destroy "eternity" in my short trip here. Too worried some action would cause me to be "left behind."