I think I do

You do.

Not because I want to be one though.

the only true god Is Allah you fool

In fact I constantly find myself trying to get closer to my old religion but cannot seem to.

I guess it's the obvious fact that... I just don't *believe*. Which is somewhat of a problem when the thing you wish to believe in requires faith.

Do I have to trick myself? Isn't that just a lie?

Tbf, humans being dicks, god sends bears

Welp that solves it, bears was the epiphany I needed, clearly. It's so obvious now! If only I noticed the bears sooner!

But, loki chilled with a longcat

If you have to lie to yourself to believe in a god, then you don't believe in a god

you pretend to do so

Odin rode a horse called Tree that had like 16 legs.

it has to a calling

not just hey I want to believe

but whatever, religion is gay anyways

I don't have to lie, sacrifice enough douchebags, the world is better

But that kinda means I'm fucked then doesn't it? @Capitán Alatriste

I mean yeah, because you know that there can't be one, but you want there to be one

Just have to ignore facts<:makes_you_think:382980749780844554>

So you just want to belong to a movement

modern day phone charging is literally fuckin magic

😢

charged 15% -> 75% in 10 mins

@EnderOctanus can I recommend the KKK?

Not a movement. I want there to be something more to existence.

Usb 3<3

there's no jambalaya here for you gtfo

I do not find it fulfilling. I'll just... Die and that's it. I will have, from my perspective, never even existed. Memories will not even remain. There won't even be *nothing*.

Then it's your duty to make a mark on mankind

@EnderOctanus if you want there to be more, remember the multiverse

if you want to be remembered

start a religion <:think_woke:378717098681171988>

But it doesn't matter does it? I cannot tell if anyone remembers me if I cannot remember myself. I won't know that there was ever an existence to begin with.

my progeny will remember me

and that's enough for me

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That's terrifying not because I am afraid of the unknown, I am afraid that I do know, and it is anathema to consciousness.

All the things I've ever loved or regretted, all the worries and fears, hopes and dreams, will be gone forever.

If so why live in the first place?

Only to lose it all?