Today I feel like addressing a certain group, a group I have given the moniker of, “the cult of I-don’t-know.” This class of people chooses to resign themselves to a state of ignorance about the nature of reality so as to justify their overindulgent, or otherwise flawed lifestyle. One can recognize these individuals by the platitudes they do so relish the opportunity to expound, such as: “I’m only human,” or “there’s so many religions out there, how can anyone know which is correct,” and, my personal favorite, “If there’s a God, there’s no way he knows or cares about us.” All of these share a common spirit of deliberate disregard for the observations all mankind cannot help but make. Firstly, nothing can make itself, and yet here we are in the middle of a world rife with intelligent, complex, and superfluously beautiful creatures. Secondly, there’s clearly a law mankind is meant to observe that is written on our hearts, our conscience acting as the “moral barometer,” to borrow from my man Steve Harvey. Also, simply because there’s lots of cosmologies, it doesn’t follow that they’re equal in truth content, that’s like me asking, “what is one plus one?” and you responding with, “since there’s lots of potential answers to your question there’s no way I can answer you.” Aside from their refusal to acknowledge these basic truths, IDK cultists can also be recognized by how they conduct themselves. For example, if you hear someone whose speech is riddled with unnecessary curse words and utterly bereft of sincerity, with them needing to compulsively make a joke out of everything they say, you’ve probably found one. People who inhabit this caste also feel the insatiable urge to drink alcohol and masturbate, to “take the edge off,” this being a nice way of saying that they can’t handle living life without being numb to everything around them. While we’re on the topic of fiendish pleasure seeking, these people’s hearts and eyes exist only to exercise their covetousness, there’s always some new thing that they must acquire, with the concept of contentment being some obscure myth to them. Also, the cultists are excellent at neglecting or verbally abusing their ‘loved’ ones (they don’t know what love is, maybe a chemical in their brain or something). If they marry it can only take place after fornicating, which becomes their only source of intimacy which inevitably fades as they age, so, once they’ve made sure that their offspring are adjusted to their being together, they get divorced (this is more of a rite of passage than a tragedy in their culture). In general, the cult seeks to become as materially rich and as spiritually bankrupt as possible. All of this being said, the cult isn’t evil, it’s fallen and weak. The source of this weakness lies in their worship of ignorance instead of God. All these people need to do to live fulfilled lives is ask themselves some hard questions, and become interested in learning the true answers. For starters, ask yourself if you think consciousness itself can come from something that lacks a consciousness. Then ask whether all of your personality, ideation, creativity, inspiration, memory and cognition can realistically reside within the meat of your head alone (hint, you are partially immaterial). Finally, and most importantly, if God isn’t interested in how you conduct yourself, why is your conscience being seared with a hot iron?