Does God exist?

“History is a set of lies agreed upon.” Napoleon Bonaparte

Perhaps all magical events are nonsense, prima facie, allowing atheists to strut through Earth’s religious quagmire without getting mud on their shoes. But upon close inspection, they have ancient stories stuck in their soles, too. Magic hounds us all. Atheists believe that, once upon a time, a little plop of goop found prebiotic chemistry in an environment inclined to prevent biological molecules, somehow polymerized scattered molecules to form RNA without the aid of necessary enzymes, ostensibly used glucose to maintain internal homeostasis around freshly minted nucleic acid, and understood that the never-before-seen structure represented information waiting to be interpreted by... itself. Science’s magic uses fancier words but is no less miraculous than deistic thunder or uncommon buoyancy.

Improbable stories soil everyone who questions reality, necessitating clarity. Why must miracles accompany existence? Why does myth invariably infect memory?

“The charm of fables awakens the mind.” Descartes

The irreducible problem offers another answer. Keystones abound in paradox. If belief shadows every mind, and dubious minds exist without doubt, then we encounter another truth we can carry on our journey: God unquestionably exists. Everyone who searches for genesis investigates something. Questioning necessitates mystery. God is the first anomaly. We undoubtedly exist, but being requires more than self-observation, inciting the first question. Since there can be no self without contrast against an outer not self, what is the essence of the boundary beyond our spirit? If our minds were only Boltzmann blips drifting through the cosmos, we wouldn’t know it without further input. We wouldn’t know anything. Our senses, whatever their composition and whatever they encounter, define reality with data born from a source. Generated information must have a generator, even if mere chance fuels the strangely beautiful and terrifying mechanism. If only fortuitous quantum fluctuations feed our minds with delusions as we drift without form through darkness, then fortune is our god. If our limited faculties are possessed by Descartes’ demon, then the trickster is lord. If cosmic fireworks long ago created substance and force to supply our realm, then the biggest bang is worthy of worship. If we are trapped in a cave of Platonic shadows, a lowly kidnapper is the boss. If a mighty deity, Yahweh or Brahma or Zues or Ra, forged reality for lesser mortals, then the creator is God. Every ontological avenue requires flow. God is source.

Do you believe in God? It was always a stupid question. Without doubt, there can be no belief, and there is no doubt about reality’s presence. Faith cannot form against absolutes. The fun begins for clear thinkers after we acknowledge self and source, when we begin to look for clues in our construct concerning God’s nature. There’s a spiritual summit worthy of ascent! What is God like?