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365 Days Of Blogging

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Today is June 28th; day number three hundred and sixty five since I started this blog. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a pretty decent accomplishment. I didn’t blog every day, but that was never a goal; this is post number 346. (Not too shabby!)

Thanks to all the people who continue to take a few minutes out of their day in order to read my words of wisdumb!

That being said, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that my blog is a year old and hasn’t learned how to walk yet. I honestly don’t know what I can do; I guess the blog is naturally lazy and I have to accept that fact. Who knows? Maybe it will never walk. When I think about it, the blog may not have walked but it did fly from Boston to Los Angeles. (I don’t know how many miles that is, but I’m pretty sure the blog out-flew the Wright Brothers by at least a quarter mile to a mile and a half!)

It was another beautiful day in Southern California. In fact, it’s been about two months since the last time it rained. I was told that it barely rains in Los Angeles during the summer, but that seems implausible; I didn’t believe it. Thankfully, I think it’s true!

***This post is just my way of saying thank you to the wonderful people who follow my blog. THANKS!***

Remember that every individual is in control of his or her respective lives. Nothing happens for a reason. That is one of the dumbest sayings ever! Everyone knows that “everything happens for a reason” is a cop-out. You can’t blame fate or the will of some higher power for the negative occurrences in your life, or else, me calling you a dumbass will happen for a reason!

There is also no such thing as karma. It is complete nonsense for anyone to try and keep score of the positive and negative events in his or her life. How the hell do you assign a value to specific each event? If you were asked to help a friend move and you decided to lie about having to work, you can’t blame karma for getting into a car accident a month later. First of all, a month is filled with ups and downs; am I supposed to accept the fact that none of those events are factored into your karma scoring system?

Furthermore, how is lying to a friend about having to work the same as getting into a car accident. Karma is one of those dumb things that people simply accept, blindly. Like faith, and every other nonsensical ways of thinking, once the logic test is applied it is easy to realize how one dumb human can influence future generations! (Are we to blame the Indians for inventing karma, or are we to blame the British East India Company for sharing the Buddhist way of thinking with the rest of the world!)

I find it funny that people often say, “everything happens for a reason,” but they can never figure out the mystical reason! From this day forth, I want to know the reason, or I will start calling out the dumbasses!

***THANKS AGAIN FOR READING***

@PeteTeix617

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The Good Die Young

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We live in a world of followers. Following is terrific if you’re on Twitter but when it comes to living life, be an original person. Make your own tuna fish sandwich towards success. I know that analogy doesn’t make any sense but if I said, “pave your own road,” the detractors would have pointed out that I was being cliché and not original! (Upon further review, the tuna analogy makes perfect sense. Successful people should make their own sandwiches to ensure a fulfilling lunch!)

There are many quotes which make absolutely no sense, but people quickly agree that they are great. I see a lot of these quotes on Facebook and Twitter but I don’t comment on them because people are ultra-sensitive and I don’t want to make any enemies. I have discovered that whenever I decide to apply logic to the Facebook posts, I am treated like a villain. (I have the desire to search through the tweets and status updates and post some of them, but I will control myself. I really hate that people are so sensitive; we should be able to point out when others share nonsensical quotes!)

It’s amazing how things work out. While I was constructing this post, my cousin @JFidda walked in. He was perusing his Facebook and came across a rather interesting quote. His reaction was priceless; he thought the comment was ridiculous. I agreed and thanked him for providing me with something to write about! (Thanks again @JFidda!)

I think many people read something and allow their emotions to distract them from thinking clearly; I use reason. The picture that he showed me seemed nonsensical. I’m sure many of you have come across this wonderful display of “mind-numbing greatness!” There is a split screen with the late Steve Jobs on one side; above his face is the caption, “ONE DIES, MILLION CRIES.” The other photo is of a group of downtrodden African children, most likely the victims off a civil war. Above the gloomy youths reads, “MILLION DIE, NO ONE CRIES.” This is actually the perfect example to discuss because thousands of people like the post and thousands have commented. I read through some and people seem to be extremely ticked off by the statement. (Apparently, I missed the memo which stated, “people who cry for Jobs hate African civil war victims!”)

Are you seriously trying to tell me that no one cried when the million died? Not one freaking person? Not a mother, a grandmother, a sister, a father, not even a long lost cousin? C’mon, you don’t believe no one cried, do you? I bet at least seven people cried while reading the post, alone; not to mention the millions of people who cried during the fighting. How can you substantiate such a bold claim? This is a rather egregious error on the part of the creator; we should not encourage this baloney.

This is not a personal attack on anyone’s favorite quote; people are free to enjoy whatever they please. The way I see it, when someone posts anything on the World Wide Web, they are giving everyone else in the world permission to offer an opinion. As a good friend, I would be an asshole if I didn’t share my views on the posts which I disagree with; on my blog of course. I’ll do my best not to comment on Facebook and Twitter; no promises though! (I try not to comment on Facebook because people will assume that I am just being a jerk when in fact, I am simply helping them to see the error of their ways!)

The only parallel that I derive from the two pictures is the fact that neither event made me cry. I am not one of the million who cried for Jobs; but I am a guilty member of the many “no ones” who failed to cry for the children. (It’s not that I lack compassion, I just understand the fact that “these things happen!”)

I will now focus on the original quote. (Feel free to bash anything that I ever write; I don’t have the sensitive gene! If you agree with the quote, “the good die young,” comment about how much of a dumbass I am!) **I reserve the right to post a rebuttal!**

Here are some logical questions for anyone who truly believes “the good die young.” I was actually planning on applying the rules for sentential logic, but it is past midnight and I need to get to bed. (Hopefully I’ll be able to use the rules on a future post!)

Why do we tell children to be good?

The way I see it, if it is indeed a fact that the good die young, why would anyone attempt to teach his or her child to be good? I don’t have any children, but I can imagine I wouldn’t want any of my offspring to die young.

Conclusion: Based on the statements above, the good do not die young; at least not all of them. Some of the people who die young are good, but good people can grow to be old. (For those parents who want their children to die young, the quote remains viable!)

Are all of the people who die young, good?

The answer is an unequivocal NO! This is simple to disprove. All I have to do is mention Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris. Regardless of the reasons which led to the Massacre at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado; these two young people were not good. In fact, they were bad; very bad! (Very very very bad!)

Conclusion: There are young people who cannot be considered good. (If you support the two mass murderers, and believe children should be allowed to kill their classmates along with members of the faculty, then the quote may still be valid!)

What age is young?

How do we define young? It is a relative age. If you speak to a person who is 97, young can be anywhere from 0-70. If you speak to a twelve year-old, young will probably be from 0-8. Luckily, we have our good friends at Merriam-Webster to help us with a definition for young.

Young: being in the first or an early stage of life, growth, or development; having little experience.

     For the sake of this post we will say “40 is the new 30,” so young is any age between 0-39!

There is no way I can believe a statement which claims that there are no good people over the age of 39. I can run off a list, but I’ll just go with Mother Teresa; she was pretty old and pretty good!

Conclusion: Applying the defined age for young will clearly prove the quote to be untrue. There are too many “old” people who are good. (If you believe there are no people over the age of thirty-nine who are good; the quote may be true!)

Maybe the quote is saying, “old people are all bad;” since they add “only?“

I guess I should just go to my grandparents and tell them that they are no-good evil people who are taking up space on this planet and breathing up all of the good people’s air! Think before you agree with some dumbass statement. Old people can be good!

Conclusion: If you ever say this quote in my presence, I will be forced to defend the honor of my grandparents and smack you upside your head. I am not a proponent of violence! (If you are a complete asshole, and you believe that my grandparents are not good people, you are just an asshole! And yeah, I guess if that’s your dumbass belief then the quote can be correct!)

Do the good also die old; making the statement insignificant?

Maybe I got it wrong. Maybe the statement allows for both young people and old people to be good. The word “only” is not added all the time. Great; if that’s the case, what is the point of this statement? It’s completely pointless. If the first idiot who uttered this dumbass quote said what her pea-brain mind actually wanted to say, everyone would have presumed her to be an imbecile. (Yes, I gave credit for this “tremendous” quote to a woman. “Why?” Because women never get credit for anything! I am against people who are sexist!)

Here is the actual translation of the quote from Dumbassian to English. “There are young people and there are old people. Both old people and young people can die. When people die, it’s customary to say they were good in order to make their family members feel good during the grieving process.”

To the amazing woman who created this timeless quote, next time you come up with a great idea; do us all a favor and SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Conclusion: The quote is plain old DUMB! (Unless you are an imbecile, in which case, the quote is phenomenal!)

****I won’t even get into the definition of “good!”****

     This is my gripe with death in general. I’m sick of hearing about all the good people who die. Some of the people who fail to live out their lives until arriving at a natural end were evil and they got what was coming to them!

No offense to any of the good people who died young!

@PeteTeix617

My Automathography

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**No, I didn’t invent the word!**

My favorite subject is History. To be honest, I would say history is number 1 and Anthropology is 1A. (“If History is your favorite subject, why are you writing about math?” I’ll tell you, ye who asks too many questions!) I am writing my automathography because math was always my favorite subject as a youth. I actually didn’t like History until I enrolled at Seton Hall University. What changed? The History taught in high school is sugarcoated; they leave out all of the great details. College History is the real deal—straight, no chaser! (“I thought this was a math piece!” Sorry, I tend to tangenterize! **No, that’s not a word!**  ) Back to the math!

St. Patrick’s School in Roxbury, Massachusetts was the sight of my introduction to the wonderful world of math. I found the subject to be a very challenging and fun! (Yeah, math was fun! I love helping my nephew with his homework! I guess he enjoys the tutoring as much as I do, because when I mentioned my plan to move to LA in the New Year, he said, “You can’t go! Who is going to help me with my homework?” One of life’s wonderful moments! **I’ll give everyone a second to compose yourselves!**)

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     At St. Patrick’s, I excelled in math. Through the third grade, I was very quick to understand the lessons and finished the handout sheets effortlessly. In the fourth grade, Mr. Fallon noticed how easily I grasped the material, and after a few months of one on one lessons, he decided I was special. No, not the special you hear from your mom. “It’s ok Billy, the other kids don’t sit with you during lunch because you are special!” I wasn’t that kid! (It’s funny, Mr. Fallon thought I was special, but he was the one who was special. Mr. Fallon taught me that I was better than everyone else. Just kidding! His encouragement will remain with me forever! If you have an opportunity to influence a child, do so!!!)

While my classmates were learning math, Mr. Fallon arranged for me to have access to the computer lab, where I utilized the higher-level reading programs. During the fourth grade reading lesson, I walked upstairs to Mr. Devitt’s sixth grade math class. This was the arrangement for the remainder of the year. (Anyone lucky enough to have met Mr. Fallon will remember his ball trick! [NO, you fucking sick bastards, not that kind of ball trick. I know it was a Catholic school, but he wasn’t a priest! YOU KNEW THAT WAS EVENTUALLY MAKING AN APPEARANCE IN THE BLOG!] Mr. Fallon held a ball in his right hand as if he were handing it to you, then, when you reached for it, he would quickly throw the ball to his left hand and shake your hand with his right! I fell for it every time!) ** Did everyone figure out the fact that I am trying to win back some of the people who were repulsed by this week’s controversial posts!**

Everything changed the following school year. Sr. John Mary was disobliging. The very thought, of a student skipping her didactic fifth grade math lesson, filled her with rage. (I’m not kidding, she had anger management issues. While in the fourth grade, we often heard her yelling at an unlucky student, and Mr. Fallon would say, “Be careful! Sr. John Mary’s on the war path!”) She would not allow for me to continue with the seventh grade math teacher. The entire fifth grade was a complete joke. She was always angry because I finished her tests in less than ten minutes; she attempted to send me back to my desk so I could double check my answers because, “math is not a sprint!” I was never the type to comply so I defiantly left the test on her desk and returned to my seat. I knew she was savoring the day I would make a careless mistake, but it never happened; I always ended up with 100%.

The highlight of her year occurred during the fractions lesson. (These are the types of instances people never forget!) SR. John Mary was teaching the class how to read fractions. The final problem was the fraction ‘nine over two.’ She called on me and I confidently said, “nine twos.” OH HAPPY DAY!!! She made it well known that I was wrong. This was the blunder she had been praying for. The nun went on and on about the proper way to say the fraction, “nine halves.” It was classic. “Class, we never say nine twos! Everyone knows it’s halves. Where did you learn that? This is why people can’t go around skipping grades!” (Knowing her, she probably did say the grades thing, but I can’t be sure. I added it to help the story!!!) I allo0wed her enjoy her moment of glory but, during the next test, I was sure to finish in less than five minutes. You guessed it…100%.

I know it seems like I’m making Sr. John Mary out to be the antagonist but, other than math, we got along famously. St. Patrick’s holds a Christmas talent show each year, and every grade performs a song. The teachers usually allow their students to select the song, but not Sr. John Mary. There was no option; “MY CLASS SINGS ‘VIOLET IN THE SNOW’!” (I still know most of the words!) There was a boy named William in my class, and he was a member of the choir at his church. William wanted to sing something soulful so he could display his great singing voice. He pleaded with Sr. John Mary, but there was no way she would break her tradition. (She yelled at William every single day leading up to the show.) The one day I remember as if it happened yesterday, was the time William decided to add his twist to the song; it was his effort to spice things up. The incident happened during the chorus: (Sr. John Mary lost it. We laughed for weeks; super hilarious!)

“So many years ago, in Bethlehem, a baby came, like a violet in the snow.”

Williams twist:

“So many years ago, (Uh huh! *clap*) in Bethlehem, (OK! *clap*) a baby came, (Oh yeah! *clap*) like a violet in the snow. *(Uh huh *clap*)”

The kid had ADD so he was incapable of self control. I know teacher and student butted heads on a daily basis, but it was too long ago for me to remember the stories. It was a great addition, I thought. The regular version never seemed the same after Williams rendition.

In the sixth grade, I passed the entrance exam for Boston Latin School and left St. Patrick’s. (The true Latin School!!!) The higher-level of math was challenging, but I continued to enjoy the subject; it was interesting and easy to understand. Somewhere along the line, I lost my love for math and focused more on sports. I graduated from BLS and attended SHU, in New Jersey. I was extremely unfocused, unless you are talking about partying, and sports. (I won the intramural championship in basketball!) I registered for the required amount of math courses, but I barely paid attention and didn’t apply myself. I attended just enough classes to pass the courses.

Statistics is probably not a challenging course, but wouldn’t know; I barely attended, and when I did, I couldn’t focus. I figured, I could take some notes, read the book, and teach myself the material. I must say, I did a pretty good job except for… The teacher spoke with the thickest accent. I could barely understand fifty percent of what he was saying. (This was the reason I didn’t pay attention.) My notes were far from copious, but I did write down anything which seemed important. “Valence” was the most important word in the semester. (I still have the notebook, Valence is on just about every page.) In class, I would glance through the book, but I could never find Valence. This should have been a red flag, but I wasn’t too concerned. “I’ll be ok for the exam!” I thought.

Fast forward to the day before the exam. (Procrastination plays a major role in my life!) I cracked open the book and proceeded to cram. I taught my self as much as I could but, for the life of me, I couldn’t find Valence. I couldn’t believe it! How was it possible to write a book about Statistics and not mention Valence at least once? I barely passed the exam, but I continued to be bothered by the book’s omission of Valence. A friend of mine was in the class so I asked him about Valence. “What the hell is that?” He questioned. Turns out, there is no Valence. The teacher was saying Variance the entire time. Un-fucking-believable! They should give me my money back for that course!

I decided it was a waste of money to continue paying the high tuition cost, and transferred to the University of Massachusetts at Boston. I changed my Major from Business to History and never thought I would take another math course. I decided to buy The Godfather by Mario Puzo during my sophomore year at Seton Hall and developed an affinity for writing. I read several more of Puzo’s novels and loved his style. (If you haven’t read The Godfather, DO SO! For those of you who are religious, Puzo’s The Family is a great way to learn about the private lives of the popes! For those of you who are not religious, Puzo’s The Family is a great way to learn about the fucked-up private lives of the popes!)

Philosophy always peaked my interest so I decided to take ‘Intro to Logic’ during my first semester at UMass. To my surprise, I discovered logic was basically a math course. I loved the challenge of solving the complicated proofs. (When I say, “I loved…proofs,” I mean I loved proofs! I often found myself searching through the text to find problems to solve during my free time. I also spent time creating my own proofs. I don’t know what it is about the subject, but logic is fun and exciting! I even re-solved problems by applying different rules.

“What do I mean?” Let me explain! If I solved a problem applying Modus Ponens (MP), Double Negation (DN), Distribution (DP), and Tautology (Taut), I would then attempt to solve the problem applying different rules. Maybe using Simplification (Simp), or DeMorgan’s Theorem (DeM) could be a possible alternative! See what I mean? FUN!!!) The class was difficult for most of the students, so the professor often graded on a curve. Usually adding a thirty-point bonus question to every test. I ended the semester with an average of 110%. (I have the tests in my room!) I thought logic would be my last class involving math, but I was shocked to learn about the UMB requirement for all freshman, ‘Quantitative Reasoning.’

Even though I was a senior, I had to complete the course. It was in this class where I was asked to write my automathography. (The first draft was less detailed than this one!) The professor read my story and said, “I think this course may be too easy for you, do you want to take the higher level?” Uh let me think, I have four other courses this semester; I don’t mind the mulligan. (It’s a golf term!) The course actually turned out to be quite interesting and I’m glad I didn’t make the change!

For me, math is a subject which must be practiced continually in order to become a master. Once a person stops practicing, he or she begins to forget how to solve simple problems. (I hated checking my work with a passion!) Which was my most challenging math course? Hands down, I’ll say the 9th grade at BLS; Ms. Roberson had a donkey! Concentration was not an option! There are a few rules which I will never forget. The Pythagorean Theorem (a squared plus b squared equals c squared. I can say that in my sleep!) Also, I will never forget the rules for the ‘order of operations.’ P.E.M.D.A.S. better known as, please excuse my dear aunt sally!

Am I a nerd? I guess!

@PeteTeix617

Where Are All The Dead People

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“Well, although I do not suppose that either of us knows anything really beautiful and good, I am better off than he is—for he knows nothing, and thinks that he knows. I neither know nor think that I know.” – Socrates, from Plato’s ‘Apology.’

[No, the quote cannot be applied to the belief in “god.” I know he doesn’t exist!]

Death is a taboo and frightening topic. In the past, I was terrified of dying but once I came to grips with the fact that death is out of my control, it became easy to deal with my own inevitable expiration. No one truly knows whether, or not, there is life after death; we are free to believe as we please. One of the most interesting classes I have ever taken was ‘The Anthropology of Death’ with UMass Boston Professor Alan Waters. Studying the different ways cultures handle death, gave me a new perspective on the subject; I no longer fear death. (I’m actually looking forward to discovering what happens. *No, I’m not suicidal!*)

To me, the funeral practices of Christians borders on the ridiculous. (Yeah, I said it.) I don’t understand how people can spend their entire lives believing in “god” and heaven, but as soon as someone dies, it’s the worst thing that ever happened. Reason would dictate that death should be celebrated; the family member is in a better place, RIGHT? They definitely got it right in New Orleans. *I recommend that you, yes you, look up the different ways death is handled throughout the world…AMAZING!*

I don’t want to seem insensitive, but I can only voice my true opinions. (Anyone who knows me understands that I will give my honest opinion, regardless of feelings. I know there are those who think I am a jerk, but I’d rather be an asshole then fake, any day of the week. **I never care about hiding my opinions, which will be evident during next week’s ultra-controversial post.**) I tend to leave emotion out of most circumstances, it serves no purpose other than to cloud judgment. (Unless I’m drunk, but that’s a different story.) I can understand how losing a close relative can be devastating, and life changing, but it is a natural part of life. Obviously, the emotion of the actual funeral is too strong to be denied, and I have even broken down in the past, but I can’t see myself crying on any other day. Spending days, months, or even years, weeping over someone seems nonsensical. If you honestly think about it, people are either, in a better place, or they no longer exist. Wakes should be parties in which family and friends get together and celebrate the memory of the deceased persons’ life. When I die, I want family and friends to throw a party and play nothing but Cash Money Records. If there is no life after death, I won’t be able to witness the bereavement process, and if there is, I will haunt anyone who doesn’t at least listen to one CMR track. Oh yeah…No Mass please; that would just be offensive!!!

I admit that my way of thinking may be the result of me being heartless but I might just be right, and maybe those who oppose my views, do so because they lack reason…you never know! I just can’t see the point of missing someone, dead or alive; people need to learn how to just move on. With my late cousin Kevin, there are times when I am watching Sports Center and I’ll reach for the phone after seeing that Notre Dame suffered a loss in football. That’s not missing someone, it’s simply something that is routine. Like most beliefs, people refuse to change because that’s what they’ve always done. (I understand that some people who have lost loved ones may have a problem with my way of thinking, but I will not change my beliefs to avoid being offensive. In fact, I am offended that people allow emotion to block their ability to use reason. I guess the fact that I am an atheist and my background in History causes me to see the world from a unique perspective. ***Again, this will be evident during next week’s controversial post!***)

Losing a loved one can be a difficult situation to deal with, but everyone has to go through it at some point in their lives. The afterlife differs by culture but, for the most part, people agree that there is some form of an existence after death. I guess these beliefs continue because no one wants to think that they will cease to exist. It is comforting to think that our ancestors are watching over us from some unknown realm, but the more I think about it, the less I am inclined to believe in an afterlife. (Plus, isn’t the thought of ancestors watching over you all the time a little weird. If you say “No,” think about your dead loved ones watching over you the next time you are having sex…that’s creepy. Same thing goes for “god.” He is supposed to be omnipresent, right? To me, that’s perverted; “god” is nothing more than history’s biggest peeping-Tom!)

I previously wrote about my belief in spirits, but I can now understand that the mind is capable of altering our perception of reality; we see and hear exactly what we want to witness. This is not a topic that I am completely certain of because, although I understand that logically there can be no afterlife, part of me still wants to believe that one exists. (I can just picture meeting up with Kevin and boasting about the many accomplishments of former Gator’s quarterback Tim Tebow.)

The more I understand that my previous belief in the afterlife was based on the fear instilled in me by the teachings of the Catholic Church, the more I recognize my beliefs were false and founded on the weakest foundation.  The concept of an afterlife is ingrained in people through religious, and cultural beliefs. The fear of death, causes one to believe in an alternative in which he or she is able to continue living. Mortality is real, and immortality cannot exist; it is unnatural. Generally, most people who believe in life after death do not believe that insects, or plants, share the same fate as humans. I’ve never heard anyone say, after stepping on a spider, “May your spirit be rejoined with your ancestors.” ***That would be ridiculous, right?*** I find it amazing how culture can turn the absurd into fact. Can you just imagine a world without religion? We would all be forced to question conventional thought, instead of simply believing what is told. [I apologize in advance for this tangent, but I’ve always wondered about something. Religious belief usually is passed down from parents. Does anyone ever imagine how their lives would be different if the people who conquered the land which you originate from, belonged to a faith other than yours? I am Cape Verdean, which means that my family is Catholic because the Portuguese colonized the Islands. What would life be like if the Muslim armies were able to conquer CV. Isn’t it amazing that people believe so strongly in a faith that they didn’t even choose? I would be more inclined to respect the faith of someone who studied different religions, before "believing." There is another question which has always fascinated me. How does a woman, strong and independent, agree to believe in a faith which views her as a second class citizen? Funny, the things people learn once they begin to ask questions! Socrates said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” I will borrow from him and say, the unexamined faith, is not worth believing!]

The brain is a powerful organ which has yet to be fully understood. If our belief in something is strong enough, we can convince ourselves that it is true. The mind will actually create “hallucinations” to validate our desires. People see ghosts and experience unexplainable occurrences, but I believe they are just a figment of the imagination. People will pray for some result, and when the prayer is answered their belief in “god” is strengthened. As far as prayer is concerned, I think there are many instances in which people pray and get zero results; they seem to forget those prayers, or they explain them away with ridiculous claims such as, “it’s not ‘god’s’ will.” I think that anyone who believes in "god" will actually be affected by that belief; it has the ability to change their lives, but that doesn't mean he actually exists. The mind is great!

 

     When I studied Haitian Vodun (voodoo), I learned that the people of the culture are truly affected by the practice. It works because Haitians believe in Vodun, and scientists cannot explain the phenomena. Victims will go into trances and can be controlled by others; it's basically a form of hypnosis. All of these unexplainable cases have to do with the mind not "god." When humans reach a point that we have a better understanding of how the mind works, "god" will no longer exist; there will be no fear of the unknown.

 

     I have had many occasions in which I blackout after drinking too much. People tell me all of the things that I did, and at the time they were under the impression that I was coherent, but I clearly wasn't. I think there has to be some correlation between belief and mind stimulation; people can trigger the part of the brain that alters perception. This is evident in the cases of stigmata, which happens to people who are ultra religious. They believe in Jesus with so much conviction that they experience what they want. The brain's power over the body is far greater than we can comprehend. A hundred years from now, humans will have a better understanding of how the brain works.


Sometimes people can hear and see things that are not there. I know that those of us who come to rely on our cell phones, tend to hear the phone ringing whenever we leave the room. Or we hear the ringer, even with the phone at our side; it has to do the fact that people judge their level of importance, by the number of calls they receive. I can remember being a child and often hearing my mother yelling my name, when I knew she was at work. There are also the occasions in which I think I see something but, when I look again, it disappears. It is easy to misconstrue these instances as proof of a spiritual existence, but the fact remains that they are simply the result of the mind creating exactly what an individual wants to experience.

I hope dead people continue living in another capacity, but I honestly doubt it!

@PeteTeix617