Have any of you ever met a person who uses a lot of psychedelic drugs or other drugs that goes to church every Sunday, and firmly believes in its literal concepts?
Because I've only met people who are routinely religious who either haven't done drugs, use drugs so moderately that they are not thought about, or has quit using drugs completely.
It seems to me that we just trade off emotions of certain things that spark our pleasure or self-composed versions of happiness.
Personally with religion, I am on the fence. I don't want to stick with either side because there is no point in arguing about it. Rotting in the ground is of course more plausible, but who knows? Sometimes I feel as if I have proved to myself that myself actually exists, and it's usually because of drugs. Drugs are just chemical reactions in the brain. When you die, the chemicals in your brain do not function, and do not allow you to have any senses. Even realizing that you exist sober would not be substantial. You exist now. Not before and not later.
The only thing is the soul. Who's to say that we each do or don't have some sort of an essence? Or vise/versa. The soul could be incomprehensible seeming as we are just becoming aware enough to question.
There is the known, the known unknown, and the unknown unknown. The unknown unknown majorly overlapping the known and the known unknown. I don't think we could even come close to a conclusion. And the difference between the conclusion and the reality would be that of an atom and a galaxy, and infinitely smaller or larger than that.
Like I said though, I can't say I side with either argument. I'll either find out on the other side, or.. No other side. I don't really let that affect me because it's not relevant, and I'd rather not know than think that I do.