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Christianity (narrow)

Since my St. Augustine binge I noticed that Christianity is a narrow religion. The more I imbibed the Christian worldview, the more I came to see the world as a very small place—like a tiny room, or a narrow corridor; everything now seems small and cramped, as if I could fall over the furniture all the time.

When I had a vision as regards the Christian heaven, it was as a very small room—more like a box room—dominated by a brilliant white sphere.

Well, perhaps not many people are in heaven—but it could be a larger space, even for a few people.

Christianity is small and narrow. The world itself doesn’t seem large to me now, in part because it’s just a creation by something elsewhere and so doesn’t seem large or of interest; now, technically, the something else is “nothing”, so it actually has infinite size; but the Christian God as personalised, as interposed over infinity, is like a giant man who created the world—and that makes the world seem small and mundane.

Christians manage to make the infinite seem small.

The general sense I derived from Christianity was death—just give up, it’s all nothing. You might as well go dig a little hole in the ground and die. And what you’ll die in is a tiny world, a world without wide vistas or prospects.

I see why Christian monks suffered from accidie—a kind of lassitude—because the religion just says die die die. The world itself, being a product from Adam’s sin, constitutes a mistake—you just have to put up with it, and it’s a tiny place.

In fact, I can see why the Church fathers were so adamant that the Antipodes didn’t exist—from the Christian worldview everything is so small it seems unlikely. Eden is a literal place, probably no more than 250-300 miles from you, because it’s a small world (for a Christian).

Christians are literally narrow-minded, in my view.


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