Dontaskme wrote: ↑Wed Mar 31, 2021 6:55 pm
No human being, or any other sentient creature should have to suffer pain and suffering ever, not once.
"Should," you say? So you're making a moral claim? To what moral framework are your referring?
Evolutionism doesn't promise you "no pain." Nor does Hinduism, nor Buddhism, nor Judaism, nor any other perspective of which I know. So if it's "wrong" for things to experience pain "even once," as you say, under what code, precept or promise do you claim that?
The God you believe created this whole mess is the imagined thing.
If He created it, then maybe you can complain; but then, He's real. If He didn't, then He's not to blame, and your complaint has no object.
Which way is it?
Feeling is real.
Feelings are often imagined. There are many things, I'll warrant, that you "felt" once, that you now no longer feel. There may even be things you felt (and I'll bet this is true of most people) and felt strongly, that you are now embarrassed you ever felt.
The God who created this mess is the imagined one.
He cannot be. If He "created this mess," he's not "imagined." If he's "imagined," then He never "created this mess."
Which way is it?
The problem is what to do about this mess, if no thing is creating it, then there is no way out of it EVER.
Yes, that would be a terrible problem. And there would be nobody you could blame, nobody you could complain about, and nobody to get you out of it ever. All that is true.
I'm sick of hearing about how Jesus loves you. Or love Jesus and you will be saved.
Surprising. That comes to me as good news.
There is no such thing as a saviour who is going to save you from hell and put you in heaven.
As I say, if you believe that, then you're right: nobody's going to save you.
But just where does that leave you?
The plan was an epic FAIL
That depends on what "the plan" was, in the first place.
I guess, we're all stuck here in hell
Is that what you want?
...it's a disgusting way to live.
Then it seems to me you'd want a way out, if you feel that way. And it seems to me that almost anything -- even some delusory happiness -- would be better than stewing in the kind of misery you describe.
But what if there were a real, actual and truthful better way, a way out of the situation you now deplore? Why does despair seem to you somehow noble, if it's also unnecessary? Or even if it is necessary, who is there to admire you, to praise you, or to think you brave and good?
Who will reward you for all your fidelity to ineluctable misery?