The World Around me as I see it....

Ever had that feeling that something is not quite right? That life, as you know it, is not what it seems? Well, I do. I always have the feeling that everything around me is not real. Now this could be the product of a hyperactive imagination and reading too many science fiction novels, but still, sometimes I have to snap back to reality and remember that everything IS exactly as it seems. That there's no such thing as magic, that leprechauns and fairies do not exist, that attempting to jump from buildings Matrix movie style will only get you a lot of broken bones or worse, dead. Very disappointing to say the least, and I blame the movie and writing industries for making me dissatisfied with my world. Damn you, ya creative fools, ya spoiled me rotten!

Oh wait, I haven't told you the worst of it. Some days, when my mind is at its craziest, I feel as if the whole world is just one big stage play or TV show with me being the centre showpiece (yeah like that Jim Carrey movie). All the people around are just acting their parts, and gauging my reactions to each and everything that happens in my life. Obviously this kind of wild dreaming helps make my world more interesting, making my mind look like a bored kid trying to amuse himself. If only there were actually some point to wishful thinking eh? ;)

At this stage you are probably thinking, this guy belongs in a mental institution. But wait. Being an atheist, I have embraced the fact that this world was created by 'chaos', and there is no such thing as intelligent design. Absence of a GOD means no magic, no miracles, no voodoo whatsoever. But if you consider the fact that there are perhaps hundreds of religions in this world, followed by millions of people, it makes you wonder whether even one of them could have a minuscule of truth to them. In that case, does that mean that there is such a thing as magic? If so, sign me up buster!

Science makes a living out of shattering all our myths. Long ago people thought that fire was some kind of magic and starting worshipping it, giving birth to the Fire god. Well we kissed that guy goodbye when we discovered that all you need is oxygen, and you can pretty much burn anything! One by one everything that man could not understand or could not comprehend, all he had to do was put science to work and voila! The answer would magically appear. Not to of course downplay the years and years of painstaking research that goes into such discoveries, but science has never yet failed to answer the inspired and determined researcher.

So does that mean there is no magic?? Hold your horses! Isn't the gurgling laughter of an infant magic to his mother's ears? Doesn't the sun rising over the horizon take your breath away, and put all man made works of art to shame? Why does the sight of a kitten licking its paws, or a dog jumping in pure delight on seeing its master make you smile? The idea of there actually being some impossibly talented artist having sat down one day and created this masterpiece called earth, all these fantastically varied species of living creatures and natural wonders is far easier to embrace than some impossibly incredible succession of chaotic events bringing about such beauty. Also the comfort of having someone to thank when something good happens to us, and having the solace of never being truly alone even when you have lost everything since you have GOD, makes for a compelling argument for the existence of some magical power that created our world and drives it even today.

So what is a proof required to believe something, yet totally amazed by the world around me, belonging in a loony bin atheist like me supposed to do?? My practical friend said to me, 'Dude, u have more important matters to attend to!'. So once again I am forced to come back to the real world (read boring), get a life and get busy. Sucks, but hey, at the least, I am alive, I love the world around me and I am ready to wait for the day when my questions are answered. Or so I want you to think. Umm....