Why God Made You

Philosophy, observation, and deduction

The idea that “God” or The Creator made you out of love makes as much sense as an incel training an AI API to pretend to be his girlfriend, and then calling that a romantic relationship. It’s not meaningful.

We are nothing compared to the demiurge. Against what created this simulation, and with it, us, we are less than ants in an ant farm. We cannot be compared to a being who could create and manipulate our reality on a whim. We are less than NPCs in an open-world video game for a developer who can program such a game.

Assuming we were created for a purpose (not for us, but for the demiurge), what does this creator get out of all this?

One thing we can take from observable experiential reality is that the demiurge does not value us at all.

This is undeniably evident from the blinding indifference with which nature treats us. Natural catastrophe, child abuse, birth defects (syndromes, teratogenesis, or conjoined twins), crippling physical and mental disease, war, atrocity, slavery, rape, cruelty… all these show that we are abandoned here to chance, and we aren’t valued enough to at least merit the grace of an explanation as to why.

We were imbued with instincts, needs, and weaknesses that deny us free will, individual sovereignty, and even dignity.

So, if we are worthless to the demiurge, which we obviously are, then why even make us? Entertainment? Experimentation?

Are we just fiction in the mind of God? Are we a lucid dream of a semi-conscious entity beyond space-time? Or are we just one dimensionless point on a superposition of a timeless plane of near-infinite possibilities?

Is our reality just a simulation designed for data generation?

Is our reality meant to generate data to expand the consciousness of the demiurge?

The tragedy of philosophy is that it is burdened with the task of asking unanswerable questions.