Why Discordianism?

Tis the holidays so I figured I’d discuss my religious feelings. Most of my writing doesn’t come off as religious, given that I’m an advocate for a scientific view of reality. Yet I am religious; Discordian to be specific.

So why Discordianism?

Or why any religion in general? 

Natural philosophy is how I understand the world around me. Science is the clear methodology that follows. Discordianism is how I can make sense of the world. It does so in three ways.
First, it allows me to accept the contradictions of life. The world is not built for human perception to comprehend, there’s many examples but quantum physics is a glaring one.

Second, it helps you to see how other viewpoints can have value without negating your own. There’s many ways to perceive reality, all with their own benefits and drawbacks. Most ideologies require it to be the sole explanation, meaning that you have to reject those other perceptions.
Finally, and most personally important, it gives you the humour to cope with tragedy.

I’ve already written full posts on the first two (Syadasti and Reality Tunnels), so I’ll focus on the last one here.

Life without a metaphysical reality can feel horridly oppressive. It’s very natural to want something more than just reality. A place that can right the wrongs of this world; bring justice to our existence. But creating some fictional world would never work for me, it just doesn’t feel real enough. At the same time, there are points in life when you need it. That godly justice system is very helpful when you experience death, war, and any multitude of traumas.

The Discordian response isn’t to make up a reality, but to see our reality in a different fashion. Abandon the hope of finding absolute justice. Instead, realize the absurdity of life. Seeing life as some cosmic meta-physical joke. The gods don’t care about us and the universe is a hostile, uncaring maelstrom. Yet we apes have jumped around and chanted about being the chosen ones. We fight over imaginary lines, paint pictures on fabric attached to a stick and claim to own the land. We get in tin cans, fill them with explosives, then hurtle ourselves through the atmosphere. And we wonder why we keep getting hurt?

Us semi-hairless, domesticated, clothed apes; yes, we are some strange creatures. 9d87331eb52027234569fd3868ce1d4f


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