Who Is To Blame?

There are those who blame God for every evil that ever existed: war, disease, crime and so on. They rant on about "well, if there is a cruel God who creates all this suffering, it's something that I do not want". While I will not comment on my personal take on God or no God, the blaming of a deity is interesting, if not rather comedic. It's much like two children drawing a vehicle in the mud and arguing over whether it works well or not. Both appear to believe in something before them that they created themselves and that has no substance or purpose or aliveness, other than what is in their small imaginations. Although, to my knowledge, no one has seen God or gods, therefore, how can they be blamed for anything done or not done. Life in all of its forms has existed somehow since the beginnings of it. Life includes natural death and unnatural sorts and everything in between.  Life is all living creatures: humans, animals and tiny microbes. All live. Some do helpful things and others are dangerous. As the saying goes: that's life.  Survival is key. In order to survive and replenish our kind, no matter what kind it is, we need the basics: sustenance and the process of progeny. The latter is mostly done in the company of other like or unlike creatures. It seems quite simple. But, human kind is one of the rare creatures that adds another layer, a spiritual one, as well as a bunch of other brainy complications. And while the wildlife, as we call it, goes about, blindly keeping its mouth shut, as we think it does, living out its life and evolving and doing what it has always done since it came to life originally, we have this lethal curiosity and competitiveness, the need to explain and "fix" everything and when we can't, to lay blame on things that can't talk back.  How brilliant we think we are. In the process, it is often we who messed it up and have to repair what we did veritably or inadvertently.  We get in there and doodle and dabble and question and theorize and use and experiment and when slightly successful, in our own eyes, pat ourselves on the back and pretend that we have all the answers. Perhaps we do and perhaps we have a long way to go. What bothers me is the people who think that their "answer" is the correct and only one. The God people and the un-God folk argue on while simply, life goes on and on. Looking at these people who insist that they have the right answers to it all is quite tiresome to those of us who merely want to get on with it and stop delving into who is right and who is wrong. If someone or a group of individuals want to hold onto whatever their beliefs are, so what? As long as those beliefs do no harm to the human condition, they do not call for criticism by others who don't hold those beliefs.  A belief is private. It's a right. The need to convert one to what another believes, out of an enthusiasm for our own passions is perhaps natural, I suppose, but respect must be given to the ultimate free choice of the individual. To me, it's heartbreaking to hear someone ridiculing that freedom and strutting about purporting that what they believe is  the only answer and all the others are a joke. Come now. We are no longer children drawing in the mud.