I think I’m going to convert to Last Thursdayism. It solves all problems!
“What, you say I owe you money? When did I supposedly borrow it? Ah, no… in May the world didn’t yet exist, you have false memories.”
“What, you say I wronged you? That is not possible, the world only came into existence 5 minutes back, you remember wrong. And that is not your fault. You were created with false memories.”
Dear Bloggies, could you please post historical events, reflected in buildings of the era, that date back to between the year of Christ and 1650? Stuff that happened during the Middle Ages?
Why this sudden madness?
Because while there clearly are quite visible and in-your-face political wanglings that have been going on for a long time (think about it: How can 1 family claim all the diamonds in Namibia, including the ones that have not yet been found?) that kind of twisting does not reach all the way to a postulated creator.
It would neatly excuse everyone from what they have done, right?
But consider it: Let’s postulate that there is 1 spirit. 1 single, solitary being.
The spirit is alone. Living high, in a pretty star mansion, but alone. So he (it will have to be a “he”) gets bored, or maybe lonely, whatever; seeing that there was nothing before him, he can’t really know what it is that motivates him. Does he feel? Seeing that he is the first entity experiencing whatever it is, that drive not-to-be-alone, we really can’t tell.
So he decides to make more than there already is. Maybe he makes stars, planets, supernovae; maybe he makes a flat little pancake world. Seeing that the sphere is probably the most stable shape in the universe, and also happens to be what clay keeps returning to when a child plays with it, the possibility of planets is actually higher than that of a pancake world; but whatever, it doesn’t really matter, let’s run with this.
He decides that whatever shape this world is, it needs squiggly things on it that move. So he creates a wealth of species, all in one go (what an imagination!). Boom! Because, whether it happened last Thursday or 5 minutes back, there really wasn’t time for much beyond “boom”.
Okay, so now we are all here. But here comes the rub: This childish, Loki-like deity has decided in his singular “boom” to create everything with the appearance of vast age and memories.
What a prank! How he must be laughing up there while down here, serious scientists (whose serious characters he, too, created) dig around in the “evidence” and prove beyond reasonable doubt that Earth is about 4 mil years old; while people feel deeply about a past, growing up, loving people, sunshiny childhoods (or irreversible childhood damage) influencing their very actions, missing people who died, when all those memories didn’t really happen!
He goes further than that and creates dispute about creationism vs evolution; watches people fight, laughs out loud to himself.
TBH, who would want to live in a Last Thursday universe?
The very trick of Last Thursdayism is that it cannot, by its own definition, be disproved. You can’t prove that this model is false. We instinctively know it is false, but… give it a shot, try it?
Now, to top that, one should marry solipsism to Last Thursdayism.
That is, if one really never wants to achieve anything again in one’s life. What’s the point, in such a set of philosophies? All it does, is take all other arguments ad absurdum.
I need to go sleep again, good night! I am presuming that you are really out there and reading this, not that I’m only imagining this.
La revedere.
gipsika
