I've been asking a lot of people about their belief in God, how they feel about religion, and if things just happen or if they happen for a reason. Even for the non-believers, it's hard not to admit that at times it all seems to happen according to a grand scheme orchestrated by a universal force. It's not that I question my own beliefs, it's just that I like to know how others view these things.
Here's what Jack Kerouac has to say about it...
And all this time Dean was tremendously excited about
everything he saw, everything he talked about, every detail of every moment
that passed. He was out of his mind with
real belief. “And of course now no one can tell us that there is no God. We’ve passed through all forms. You remember, Sal, when I first came to New
York and I wanted Chad King to teach me about Nietzsche. You see how long ago? Everything
is fine, God exists, we know time.
Everything since the Greeks has been predicated wrong. You can’t make it with geometry and
geometrical systems of thinking. It’s
all this!” He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car
hugged the line straight and true. “And
not only that but we both understand that I couldn’t have time to explain why I
know and you know God exists.” At one
point I moaned about life’s troubles—how poor my family was, how much I wanted
to help Lucille, who was also poor and had a daughter. “Troubles, you see, is the
generalization-word for what God exists in.
The thing is not to get hung-up.
My head rings!” he cried, clasping his head.
On the Road, Page 108-109
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