... So I guess I'll start at the beginning.

I don't like religions.

I'm a rather spiritual guy, with lots of philosophical questions hangin' around inside my skull. No matter in what "main" religion I look, I seem to find only stuff that makes me sad about Mankind. Why should we "fear" a divine being? Why should there be only *one* divine being? Why should there be *any* divine being at all? Why should we even think a concept as far-fetched as a "divine being" is even credible to start with? Let's face it : religious belief consists in saying that something exist and, when faced with a lack proof, answering "well, I simply believe in it." Okay, so some call this faith. I call it... I don't know *what* to call it, to be frank. I simply know I don't buy it.

I think "something else" is out there, yea. I also think the Universe (or Multiverse, or give it any other name you like) has way too much in store for us to ever even start to understand it. Heck for all I know, "existence" is a game in which the goal is to understand everything and once we get there, the game resets and there starts a new game.

Think about it : it's a strange world we live in. Planets and stars and star clusters and galaxies and all that - and then molecules, atoms, quarks. Those two worlds share strangely similar patterns : everything rotates around one axis or another, everything collides, explodes, implodes, pops in and out of existence, does all kinds of weird stunts that the brightest human mind can't even start to explain. And to add to the frustration, has any of you ever even stopped to consider the amount of "extreme points" we are completely unable to conceptualize - let along grasp? The speed of light; the absolute zero temperature; the smallest spatial unit; the smallest temporal unit (time as a series of disconnected temporal entities is the last theory - I mean : WTF?); time zero of the Universe; the end-point of the Universe; absolute hatred; absolute love; absolute happiness, etc, etc, etc. All those, all extreme point we have conceptualized, theorized, but will likely never be able to grasp. Like the Universe is laughing at us, holding up a carrot, keeping us going ad infinitum, running after something we'll never catch.

But then, maybe that's the whole point. Those of you who have traveled will understand what I'll say here : the point of traveling is to spend time traveling, not to come back home. In that optic, could the point of existence simply be to exist? Could the answer be so simple? In a world where all the extreme frontiers are impossible for us to reach, where everything seems to be pushing us forward in an infinite journey, could there really be no "point" other than to travel, move forward, ever forward?

And then, where does a "God Figure" lie in there? The beginning? The end? Along the way? Inside us? All those places at once? Nowhere? Somewhere else, outside this " travel system" ? I know for a fact that I don't want to fear any Gods. I also know that I want to believe in myself before believing in any Gods. A strong mind, a sharp intellect and a healthy dose of wisdom can take you through most things life throws at you. As far as I'm concerned, they can sit on their cloud, throw lightning bolts at people, send their child to be crucified, crucify themselves or do whatever an average-joe-God does on a sunday afternoon, I couldn't care less. I know I have to walk this world, and I know I'll do everything I can to get the best out of every second I spend here. Yea, easier said than done, I know. But I'm just a humble mortal man, and all I can do is my best.