Michael Gitter

I keep thinking about what if anything is the purpose of my being on this planet? 

Was I meant to start an Out of Home ad company?  Was I supposed to come up with a cool new concept and sell shoes in a mall?  Was I supposed to be frustrated with learning how to play the piano, which led me to come up with a new method of learning the instrument?  Was I supposed to be an artist, making fountains?  Was I suposed to come up with a cool website that allows you to store you sizing data for internet orders?  Was I supposed to do all, some or none of the above?  I don’t know.

And then I have been questioning religion and the dogma, the hypocracy, the anger and strife that it has caused and continues to cause in the world.  And then I read The End of Faith, which solidifies my feelings more and more that religion is not likely going to play a big part in my life going forward. 

So what is it all about?  To me it’s about not being afraid, and rather that of embracing uncertainty.  Religion, dogma, superstition, faith.  All of this is just spending a lot of the time praying, wanting, striving, living for and hoping that something will continue once we are dead and gone. And part of it is that if we do go somewhere, that we aim to stay out of hell, and play bridge or eat bonbons or whatever with our grandparents in a happy peaceful place for eternity filled with angels and bouncing among the clouds?  That by blowing ourselves up for the cause, that we are going to a place better than the poor dusty desert sands to be greeted by a gaggle virgins for eternity?  

Right now I believe that when we die, we go to the same place we were before we were born.  And that is a place of nothingness.  A void.  A space. A vast spot of blackness that we don’t know or feel.  And maybe, just maybe our spirit lives somewhere, and can come back as something.  Or goes somewhere.  But I haven’t been there yet, and probably won’t be.  So while I don’t count on it, I also can’t count it out.  So it leads back to the original question, for which I don’t have an answer.  What am I supposed to be doing here?  I don’t know.  But what I do kow, is that by asking the question over and over, I am perhaps on the path to seeking the answer.  And embracing uncertainty.