No. Living forever in some context? Yes, I could get behind that. A god in particular? No, it sounds horrible. The judgment, the authoritarianism, the lack of privacy, the idea that you only exist because someone else wanted worship… I could go on, although not all of these apply to every conceptual god.
Oops, it’s a quasi-zombified thread I already answered. Well, that’s kind of fitting.
Me. I don’t want to be an immortal wirehead, sitting around happy and drooling because some “god” is making me happy.
The only way in which I would wish that there was a god is if I were the god. Otherwise, you’re at the mercy of some nut who plays favorites, or is arbitrary and capricious or cruel or whathaveyou. Like getting a new boss and not knowing how s/he is going to treat you.
…Oh, oh, and I almost forgot. Ahh, I’m also gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday, too…
Small typo in one of the choices. It should have said:
It depends on what type of god I am.
God has struck me for a long time as a simple way of thinking about things. So no, I don’t wish there was a God, or gods, or anything else that humans thought up in their moments of darkness. There are moments where I can walk around and think about the sheer scale of things only within my vicinity, or even inside of me. Like the number of atoms or individual things that make me and other things up. Or when it’s snowing just how many individual flakes there are. The scale of them causes my mind to flicker for a moment. There are things here and things humans are finding that are bigger. I remember listening to a lecture about the ineffable and hearing people describe moments of untranslatable power and how they reacted to the species of those experiences against what they would perceive to be a kind of general experience that they live on a day to day basis. I have had those moments but also recognized that those moments are always accessible in some way. The reason I bring that up is because God strikes me as a method of reasoning meaning into the ineffable or the unexplainable where those things don’t require it. It’s a very human way of trying to make other things more human. I love dearly those things that challenge me precisely because they are not me or like others.
And concerning death. The idea of meeting your friends is a very recent, and anyway too complicated, thing. It’s a convenient way to make people lose a fear of death and do things that maybe otherwise they would not. And it is a way of again making death all too human. I know death is precisely not human. For me it is irrelevant what happens during or after death and I am unconcerned. My brain is so complicated and I am not sure where I begin or where I go, but I know that if my brain shuts off then I do too. God is a way of making my brain never shut off, or making some kind of spiritual ether inside me with the power of thinking and feeling persist somewhere else. It’s fine to me that energy persists and to leave it there. That there is nothing to feel because nothing is there to feel it, and feeling and “it” is-not at that moment, is not frightening to me. As a thing that is I can only be, and when there is a is-not, I can’t be and so can’t know and so can’t, and won’t, fear. Only when I am can I be afraid of not being and that’s what God is for. If you’re not afraid of not being because you’re already too removed by being, then God is totally unnecessary in that respect. I’m no more afraid of death and a Godless death than I am of a Godless (and dreamless) sleep.
No, I think I’m too happy with life to need God and not afraid enough of pain to need a God to judge for it and too aware that there is no need to be judged. Things would be less beautiful and terrifying with God, I think. What’s the point of living when there’s a God? What’s the meaning of living when there’s a God? I don’t and can’t see it and I don’t want to even if I get it.