Not Again!

I'm drunk again. Got through half of Scott Adam's new piece called God's Debris yesterday. It got me thinking, and I wanted to be the first to claim that i've found a flaw with his logic. Public admission of the fact that my actions are motivated by a vulgar hunger for appreciation is something I only do in an intoxicated state. Public? Ha!! Not like anyone reads this crap. Anyway, the guy suggests that an omnipotent God, would find no activity, thought, or pursuit to be challenging other than finding the answer to one question. What happens when and if he is able to self-destruct? The old man goes on to suggest that all of life is a result of God attempting to figure out the answer by 'blowing himself up', and that all of matter and life is nothing but God's Debris enacted upon by the invisible force of probability.

Inspite of the scientific bias of my thought process, if I choose to neglect the absurdity of the ideas suggested as consequences of this conclusion, absurdity which is evident from the smallest bit of scientific reasoning, I've still managed to spot a flaw which Adams almost challenges the reader to find, using very uncomplicated logic. A great deal more uncomplicated than my construction of sentences.

My reasoning is, that if God is truly an omnipotent being, immune to the diseases of us mortals, then he is also immune to the much heralded disease called inquisitiveness. Why would God want to know what happens upon his destruction? I'll end this useless argument here in order to avoid offending any religious person who happens to stumble upon this blog.

I say useless, because in keeping with traditions of the material world, if we focus only on the result or impact of Adams' story, it achieves what it set out to. It is indeed every bit as thought provoking and enjoyable as it was intended to be. The only grievance us narcissists may harbour is that we didn't come up with something as creative ourselves.

Whatever I've read of the story, forces me to wonder what concept of a God I'd come up with if had to use my imagination to create one whose existence could explain all observable phenomena convincingly enough. If I had the power to create a God, how would I make him? Hmm... the alcohol is wearing off, and creativity is preparing to return to its den. I guess this will have to be the subject matter of the next blog entry, and the result of another night on the streets of Delhi, spent punishing my liver for my mind's mistakes.