Did everyone read the same rules in the OP as I did?
I have highly, um, idiosyncratic religious beliefs. You might say they’re not religious at all, but philosophical – I’m not sure. Anyway, I believe in God, but I don’t think It demands worship, but rather amusement. I think reality and God (the two are inseparable to me, seeing as how I’m a pantheist) are respectively a giant, all-encompassing joke, and the all-encompassing sense of humor that created it. The Creator is part of the Created, which makes no sense whatsoever. This is because God is the embodiment of absurdity and incomprehensibility. In order for logic to exist, there must be absurdity. (The converse might be true, which would make the whole thing an absurd proposition, but that would just fit into my explanation and create a pseudo-quasi-half-assed philosophical version of those nice mind-blowing infinite mirror/video feedback effects.) The universe, despite our attempts to explain it, is always intrinsically incomprehensible, since, when you get down to it, it is impossible to explain why things are just this way and not any other way. (What I mean is that every situation is defined by an infinite negative space of situations that are not the case.) When an answer is given to question beginning with “Why…”, the answer merely creates another “why.” This chain of questions has no end. God is the answer to “why?” because God is a question. God, defined as the reason for the universe, is the impossibility of reason itself. To put it another way, God is the endless “whoooaaaaa.”
Occasionally, however, I envision God as a really gorgeous woman, just so I can fantasize about sex with God.
Laughter is the highest mystical state of all, since it puts us in touch, albeit briefly, with the absurdity of our own existence. Religion must be funny to be true. Or, to quote the Illuminatus Trilogy, “It’s not true unless it makes you laugh, but you won’t understand it until it makes you weep.”
Got all that? Hang on, this is the part where it gets really stupid, and the part I envision as a cheesy sci-fi movie:
There is no Satan. All evils are created by the cosmic force of bullshit, created by Sterculius, the Roman god of manure. However, the bullshit of Sterculius, spread by his unwitting human minions, cannot be fought with “truth,” as truth, if it indeed exists, cannot be taught, only realized. Instead, the individual must combat it by fighting back with his own completely ridiculous bullshit (e.g., the very idea of Sterculius) in order to mock the bullshit that causes evil. The force of anti-Sterculian bullshit emanates from a god that can be identified as the Moabite god Baal-Peor (who was worshipped through defecation and temple prostitution) and the Greek Momos (god of mockery). Insights from this god are typically received through the true third eye, the anus, which explains that peculiar type of cosmic/mundane revelation that comes only while one is seated answering a call of nature (after becoming aware of this, I heard that the Church of the SubGenius has the similar concept of excremeditation). Sterculius and Momos/Baal-Peor are really just two sides of the same coin, though. [All the ludicrous BS in this paragraph was the official dogma of a joke cult I founded in high school as a lame attempt to gain groupies, money, and vast political influence. Of course, I made sure to explain that, while my religion was a joke, it was not unique in that respect; it was merely unique in the fact that I admitted it was a joke, as opposed to the founders of all the others. This made my religion the One True Religion ™, worthy of holy war and ritual sacrifice. I eventually gave up on this lame attempt at cult leadership due to a combination of laziness and the realizations that a) I was the only one who understood the subtleties of my religion, b) I was too nice to brainwash my 20 or so followers, and c) without the brainwashing, I wasn’t going to get any money or action anyway.]
As you can see, my religious beliefs are a combination of low-budget pseudo-philosophical BS that attempts to explain the unexplainable through reference to its unexplainable nature, and ridiculous crap that I occasionally pull out of my ass and make myself believe as part of an informal psychological experiment. You see, I maintain that to know anything about the universe, one must have a skeptical outlook. However, I’ve decided that the best way to truly instill such an outlook is to force oneself to at least occasionally believe ridiculous things, which really can force you to think about what other ridiculous things you already believe, and can perhaps even exhaust your credulity, like in Lewis Carroll’s anecdote about a man who tried long and hard to believe in the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, and by doing so wore himself out so much that he couldn’t even believe someone who told him it was raining outside. In any case, I figure that the really fundamental cosmic truths are impossible to ever find out or comprehend, and what I believe them to be has no bearing on the way I conduct my life anyway, so I may as well make myself laugh and mess with my mind in the process.
Religious belief, lack thereof, or ravings of a madman? You decide.
Oh yes, and I was raised Lutheran, interestingly enough.