In my last column many moons ago, I reflected that I don’t know if there is life after death. I don’t have another such scoop….but I do have another reflection.
Suppose the Creator had created this universe in exactly the same way, minus human beings? Without sentient, more-or-less intelligent beings capable of realizing/appreciating the wonder and wonders of creation, what would have been the point of creation? And, by eternal extension, what’s the further point if realization/appreciation cannot continue to be shared beyond the grave?
Unfortunately, this otherwise logical rationale for an afterlife rests on an imperfect foundation. In the real world, human beings may die in infancy or survive a while longer in unawareness, insanity or other stunted capacity. All too often, fate is the determinant of whether individual human beings ever reach the capability point. Perhaps primitive man, locked in a brutish daily struggle merely to survive, and without language by which to contemplate, lacked such capacity. In any case, we seem to be back where we started.
So, what other impulse (for lack of a better word) might have motivated creation? Love? Not if love’s golden rule (do unto others as you would have them do unto you) applies to the Creator of man’s subjugation to suffering. Curiosity (as to how would man play the cards he was dealt)? This suggests not only that the Creator didn’t know, but was bored.
Enough. For a deist (at least, for this deist), it is all but impossible to envision an afterlife based on any relationship other that might makes right….which, come to think of it, bears a striking resemblance to the God of the old testament.
We are indeed back where we started.