we like the sound of our own voices

i don't believe in god.

i thought that i'd better state that up front, so you at least know that the thought that just went through me, that I am about to write here does not come from any religious standpoint. i am not trying to rubbish your religion with mine. because i don't have one. we are biological machines; when we die, we die.

blogger.com's dashboard has a list of recently updated blogs. In any 10 minute period there are hundreds of people who've all updated their blog. Just now. Like me. In a sense we're all talking into the void. Which made me think of a lady kneeling at the alter saying her quiet prayers to no-one. Zoom out. The lady is not alone, a world full of people chanting their mantras. A chorus of outcries.

the origin of religion is the question why; the need to believe in a purpose, a meaning. Each religion is a solution to this question, an answer to believe in. The correctness of the answer itself is irrelevant, it's existence is all that matters. Belief and trust in this answer gives meaning and purpose.

Do we give meaning and purpose to our lives by writing about them? Immortality through google?

Are we all the new religion?