I was thinking about Christianity this morning, and the reason it has always felt lacking to me. I have some really amazing friends that are true loving Christians, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that they think I am going to hell. It's really hard to reconcile in my mind, loving someone who thinks that about me. I wonder if there is a loophole for that? I live in a world surrounded by Christians and that's, honestly, pretty heavy for someone raised by atheists.
I don't know if I have mentioned this, but I decided to make up my own religion of sorts, or origin story. I can believe in my soul, I can believe in a creator, I can believe in a journey that provides knowledge that may help us understand many of the mysteries of life. I believe that through knowledge we will see that instead of being filled with hate or rage or the need to categorize ourselves we will find what might be called nirvana, but I believe it would be so much more. Time is merely a construct that is infinite, and matter cannot be created nor destroyed. I will always be here, and I have always been here.