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[lilmustardseed]

I wonder what causes people to form their impressions of God. Or their beliefs and faith?

What is the chemical inside our bodies that allows us all to be so different?

What causes some people to believe? Is it merely the ability to belong to something? Or to be loved?

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[girliegirlie711]

I want to belong. I want to be loved.

I guess I am guilty of both.

[lilmustardseed]

yeah but what makes things true in your mind because of that?

To those who are strong, conviction would be there with or without the flashy appeal of being "part of something."

But there are so many that "believe" because people will smile and be nice to them if they claim to do so.

Its just sad and interesting to me at the same time.

[posteverything]

Well, all I can say is my own perspective, here: eventually I came to realize that believing is God is what made my heart happy..and there's no comfort, for me at least, in being on the side of science and logic. Sure, science might be right, but it will never really feel right to prove that there's nothing more to our existence,after all, aside from coincidence. To explain how I got to that point is a story that's too long for an LJ comment, but long-story-short, it was borne from a combination of natural beauty, loneliness, and an unbearably bleak perspective.

There's more where that came from, but..

[lilmustardseed]

a story that one day i would be interested in hearing.

But there is something proven in the mystery. There is something more than just a feeling or comfort. Somehow, we have engrained truth in the feelings that we have, or rather a way for our brains to except somethings that science hasn't caught up with yet.

[posteverything]

As I see it, there's a lot of things in this world, both grandiose and benign, that are more than the sum of their parts. Anymore, I can see God in the most absurd, most meaningless things. But that might just be because I have to. Sometimes it just feels better to assume there's a reason for certain things instead of resigning all we see to a bleak, unforgiving universe. Who wants to feel alone?

But sometimes I think all the proof of Intelligent Design we ever need is right in front of us: we're here, we're alive, we're aware..and not only that there isn't one culture that's ever set foot on this planet (that we're aware of) that doesn't have some kind of Creation myth. This is hardwired into us. How is it hardwired into us? Who put it there?

One day, I'll probably blog about my own personal story. I just don't know about right now.