The continuation of Jordan Peterson's spiritual journey. He has the proper attitude few arrogant atheists here are willing to even pretend to have.
"For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the believing wife" 1 Corinthians 7:14
First off it's hard to believe someone is so big to encompass the Universe and still gives a fuck on the moment to moment deeds and decisions made of each individual human. I could understand how he would want to simplify things to believe in Jesus go to Heaven, don't and go to hell. but that would be unfair to Muslims, Hindu's, and other brought up with different belief systems. \
I also find it hard to believe that I went through all this shit, life, for nothing. It's possible we matter no more than a Tiger, or a fish. But I have an ego and it's hard to believe that. If I truly believed that I would figure out how to rip off banks and get away with it.
And how can he be a just God if he sends me, someone who thinks the Bible is a work of fiction, to the same Hell he sends Hitler, and Gandhi, who wasn't a bad guy so I hear.
It's more likely we make our own hell. We all get sent to the afterlife and run into those who we have helped or hurt and have to deal with them in the afterlife. How we handle our past sins and our angers or wishes for revenge against those who sinned against us will control whether the afterlife is a Heaven or a Hell. We may have to settle for the fact that Hitler will arrive to the same afterlife as Mother Mary, Gandhi, and myself. Unpunished for his sins but also unrewarded for their goodness. except that which we treat ourselves.
I live my life like there is always somebody somewhere spying on me. But then I'm bi-polar which is related to Schizophrenia, before I got medication I heard voices, I saw molecules floating in the air. super vision I thought I had. I ran into psychics who read my mind, and ghosts in the corner of my eyes. How much of that was true and how much of delusional I don't know. But it's all gone now that I'm on this medication. But I still have the haunted feeling that I'm being watched, judged, and considered. Sometimes things happens that save me from my own mistakes that makes no sense. I have alot of extremely lucky events to speak of, and yet I'm creeping and crawling with just the bare minimum that I need to survive. I never have more than I need, for long some emergency pops up. I always have what I need, when I need it. Is that God? or an army of spirits covering my ass? or am I imagining things. So while I don't try to be perfect, I pirate movies and games without guild, I tend to live my life like I have no secrets from someone keeping their eye on me.