I've been enjoying the comments that have been left on my previous post, "Become your own weird religion of one." Thanks particularly to commenters "cc" and "Willie R."
You've made me think. About my own thinking. And wonder. About my own wondering.
In the post I said that I found it difficult to believe that I believe what I believe. That's true, but "cc" correctly noted there still is an illogical intuitive consistency in the weird stuff that courses through my psyche.
Yes, everyone holds irrational beliefs and most of us believe we're not irrational people, but no one can hold a belief that violates their sense of who they are.
We believe what serves our sense of identity, regardless of how mistaken we may be, so our beliefs are always consistent with some notion of who and what the believer is. If I believe the guru's words are The Truth, I know who I am and behave accordingly. Likewise when I know I can always be mistaken and deluded. Your beliefs, no matter how loony or lucid they may be, are consistent with a notion of yourself, so you can't hold a conflicting belief without changing your sense of yourself.
Nicely said. Definitely better said that how I said what I said. In fact, the comment above says what I meant to say better than I could have said it.
I didn't mean to imply that I'm amazed at the weird beliefs, assumptions, feelings, and what-not about reality that have taken up residence in my mind. After all, my mind is my brain in action, and I am nothing other than that.
So "cc" points out why a personal disorganized religon of one makes much more senseless sense than a public organized religion of many. As he said, there's no way my idiosyncratic weird beliefs can be at odds with my general sense of myself.
Thus I'm going to be more comfortable with my own Religion of One than a shared Religion of Many. Given that there is no demonstrable proof either is true, might as well go with what feels the best.
Regarding the comments of "Willie R.," as noted in a reply I enjoyed his reminiscing of psychedelic trips in the late 60's, when I also did my LSD/mescaline inspired delvings into the nature of reality. Here's some of what Willie R. had to say.
I used to drop a lot of acid in the late 60's/early 70's. During one of my earlier trips, I was a back seat passenger in my friend's vehicle - he was driving and his brother was riding shotgun. I had just come to realize a profoundly deep insight into the nature of Reality, and I wanted to tell my friend and his brother about it.
They were engaged in a conversation themselves, and would brook no interference despite my vocal supplications. By the time I finally gave up trying to solicit their attention, I had totally forgotten what I wanted to say to them. Then the further and more important insight into the nature of Reality hit me: they don't give a shit what's going on between my ears. Nor was I capable of giving a shit about what was going on between their ears.
I never forgot that realization. Even now, this very message flies in the face of that realization.
We all have a tendency to think that we know something that all others do not know, and that if they did know it, they would be all the better for it (or the worse for it, if that knowledge would make things difficult to accept).
I am smug and condescending when it comes to my beliefs. They work for me, and I know you, the reader, do not give a shit about that. In turn, I do not give a shit about what you think, either.
That's my religion, and mine alone.
Thanks for sharing those thoughts, Willie R.
They fit with what I said in my previous post, "I recommend keeping the farther reaches of your far-out Religion of One to yourself. After all, you have no reason to believe in your own craziness. So anyone else is going to be even more mystified by what transpires in the most mysterious regions of your psyche."
But talking about how difficult it is to talk about our unique Religon of One -- hey, go for it.
After all, we've got to talk about something, or this blog, or conversations of any sort, wouldn't be possible. I didn't mean to suggest that we all should go around with mute Buddha-smiles, merely lifting a flower when someone asks What do you believe?
That would be boring. I enjoy getting glimpses into the weird stuff other people believe. Of course, my own stuff doesn't seem at all weird to me, because it is mine.