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To sort of continue from a previous point though, I have always found it interesting that people most readily compare religion with science. It's fairly obvious that they both have their places in our world, and some can argue to either divorce or reconcile these notions, but their comparisons always seem to leave out one enormous factor: fiction.
If there is such a thing as humanism (I know it's a term; not what I meant), it exists in the finely-woven threads of any good yarn. Indeed, history itself was transmitted in the same way that religion was - the oral dynamic was a method for thousands of years for imparting laws and ways upon people, enlightening them to the "truth" of religious or even secular existences. You could equate this as a sort of proto-media in that the flow of collective knowledge was tightly controlled by the confines of communication, but I am not sure where that argument could possibly start, much less end. The relativity of "myth" is quite underrated, however. Tired point as it may be, people used to be burned at the stake for speaking ill of Thor - and just why is that so ridiculous now, but not then? Because people love fiction - they are fascinated by it, there has always been a imperative within culture to purposely fabricate a sort of simulacrum of true existence (such as statues and paintings) or a textual parable or story (as in books, scrolls, cave-paintings). But are any of these real in the same way that God is? Possibly. True, artistic items can be touched - seen - felt - but they come with a higher concept than their representative package in our material existence. Is it analysis and pragmatism that necessitates art in our society - or is it something more whimsical and imaginative in us that impels people to express their selves and beliefs, and likewise delight in those communicated by others?
The difference between fiction and religion is a gulf of faith. I can enjoy things that are not real - you could even say that I can have a love for art that could be described as "religious". But do I believe in the existence of those higher ideals art may represent? Do I have to? They are merely expressions - my interpretations are about as real as it gets, I need no faith for art to live to its full potential. The prospects of religion, however, entirely hinge on one's faith that what they are doing has meaning, has purpose, has some sort of utility - and I am not even talking about reward, I am speaking of confirmation. And what conviction could kill the worth in fiction more than the viciousness of righteousness and the means to exact "truth" on others? Perhaps it is not people, nor religion that are at fault for conflict - but belief, itself?
Just the same, where would we be without that tiny shred of belief that what we enjoy through our senses confirms our existence? I mean, really - have you ever felt more "real" than when you've induced a sort of "high" thorough most any means? It is reality that gives benefit to lies. The fortitude of an individual, at least in my stupid little opinion, relies upon one's ability to both separate and devour those things which make him feel like less of a lie. Belief merely obfuscates this.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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