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I'm going to tell you what happens when you have no strength left. They think it’s a style choice when your socks don't match, but you just grabbed the first two random ones because you were too lazy to look for a pair. Just to avoid interacting with another human being for twenty seconds, you don't take the elevator. Ringing phones are your nightmare, and the lies you make up to avoid people compete with skyscrapers. Before, you used to rebel and fight. Now, you have given up so much that you don't even deem anything worthy of hatred. You accepted it because you just stopped caring. You feel so useless that you feel ashamed to laugh next to your mother. You have lost your self-respect, and the bottom is no longer a place you hit; it has become your home, your homeland. You love sleeping and drinking because both take you away from thinking and living. You chose to become someone you never wanted to be, and you succeeded. Usually, you don't even dream anyway; by now, you don't even want to want.
You have long since understood two things: there is no human being who can put up with you, and there is no one who can help you other than yourself. Before, you used to feel relieved thinking that you would die one day. Now you can't feel relieved, because you have been stuck in the same place for a very long time while time flowed forward. Knowing that you cannot give account to God in this state, you say "I can't die like this" and you give up on the only dream you wanted to come true. You want to die, but you know that you shouldn't want to die in this state. Sometimes you wish God didn't exist so we could just cease to exist. What a painful burden it is to be condemned to exist. You believe in God very much, but on the other hand, you live a quarter before suicide. You have founded the nihilism sect of religion in your own world; a state that rots a person but does not kill them. The rotting is from nihilism, the not dying is from God.
It hurts so much to watch your own loss despite so many God-given talents. You think a lot about doing your final ungratefulness to the one you constantly show ungratefulness to, right after a prayer. You even think, "should I not go empty-handed," in a crowded public square. It brings relief sometimes to get caught up in these thoughts—thoughts that no human being should ever end up in a state to be relieved by. I am not making literature; if my house collapsed, I would sleep on the street and wait to die. I used to think that dying was something that should cause great uproars, but I am dying silently and quietly. Forget dying, even having died is something that happens silently and quietly. I remember my father's funeral—the funeral of my father, who was the most important being in this world after myself. How many people came genuinely because something important happened, rather than just out of a sense of duty? If this is what the dead can do, you think about the power of the one who is dying, dying completely in silence, alone with themselves. I know nothing happens without effort, my God, but this time I truly need a magic wand. I cannot put in effort, but I beg very well. I am begging. I swear by the pain I feel in my throat, I am so desperate for Your miracle.
Guys, I can't carry this anymore, please pray for me.
(A letter written by Cemre Demirel-Michael Sikkofield)

I'm going to tell you what happens when you have no strength left. They think it’s a style choice when your socks don't match, but you just grabbed the first two random ones because you were too lazy to look for a pair. Just to avoid interacting with another human being for twenty seconds, you don't take the elevator. Ringing phones are your nightmare, and the lies you make up to avoid people compete with skyscrapers. Before, you used to rebel and fight. Now, you have given up so much that you don't even deem anything worthy of hatred. You accepted it because you just stopped caring. You feel so useless that you feel ashamed to laugh next to your mother. You have lost your self-respect, and the bottom is no longer a place you hit; it has become your home, your homeland. You love sleeping and drinking because both take you away from thinking and living. You chose to become someone you never wanted to be, and you succeeded. Usually, you don't even dream anyway; by now, you don't even want to want.
You have long since understood two things: there is no human being who can put up with you, and there is no one who can help you other than yourself. Before, you used to feel relieved thinking that you would die one day. Now you can't feel relieved, because you have been stuck in the same place for a very long time while time flowed forward. Knowing that you cannot give account to God in this state, you say "I can't die like this" and you give up on the only dream you wanted to come true. You want to die, but you know that you shouldn't want to die in this state. Sometimes you wish God didn't exist so we could just cease to exist. What a painful burden it is to be condemned to exist. You believe in God very much, but on the other hand, you live a quarter before suicide. You have founded the nihilism sect of religion in your own world; a state that rots a person but does not kill them. The rotting is from nihilism, the not dying is from God.
It hurts so much to watch your own loss despite so many God-given talents. You think a lot about doing your final ungratefulness to the one you constantly show ungratefulness to, right after a prayer. You even think, "should I not go empty-handed," in a crowded public square. It brings relief sometimes to get caught up in these thoughts—thoughts that no human being should ever end up in a state to be relieved by. I am not making literature; if my house collapsed, I would sleep on the street and wait to die. I used to think that dying was something that should cause great uproars, but I am dying silently and quietly. Forget dying, even having died is something that happens silently and quietly. I remember my father's funeral—the funeral of my father, who was the most important being in this world after myself. How many people came genuinely because something important happened, rather than just out of a sense of duty? If this is what the dead can do, you think about the power of the one who is dying, dying completely in silence, alone with themselves. I know nothing happens without effort, my God, but this time I truly need a magic wand. I cannot put in effort, but I beg very well. I am begging. I swear by the pain I feel in my throat, I am so desperate for Your miracle.
Guys, I can't carry this anymore, please pray for me.
(A letter written by Cemre Demirel-Michael Sikkofield)

I'm going to tell you what happens when you have no strength left. They think it’s a style choice when your socks don't match, but you just grabbed the first two random ones because you were too lazy to look for a pair. Just to avoid interacting with another human being for twenty seconds, you don't take the elevator. Ringing phones are your nightmare, and the lies you make up to avoid people compete with skyscrapers. Before, you used to rebel and fight. Now, you have given up so much that you don't even deem anything worthy of hatred. You accepted it because you just stopped caring. You feel so useless that you feel ashamed to laugh next to your mother. You have lost your self-respect, and the bottom is no longer a place you hit; it has become your home, your homeland. You love sleeping and drinking because both take you away from thinking and living. You chose to become someone you never wanted to be, and you succeeded. Usually, you don't even dream anyway; by now, you don't even want to want.
You have long since understood two things: there is no human being who can put up with you, and there is no one who can help you other than yourself. Before, you used to feel relieved thinking that you would die one day. Now you can't feel relieved, because you have been stuck in the same place for a very long time while time flowed forward. Knowing that you cannot give account to God in this state, you say "I can't die like this" and you give up on the only dream you wanted to come true. You want to die, but you know that you shouldn't want to die in this state. Sometimes you wish God didn't exist so we could just cease to exist. What a painful burden it is to be condemned to exist. You believe in God very much, but on the other hand, you live a quarter before suicide. You have founded the nihilism sect of religion in your own world; a state that rots a person but does not kill them. The rotting is from nihilism, the not dying is from God.
It hurts so much to watch your own loss despite so many God-given talents. You think a lot about doing your final ungratefulness to the one you constantly show ungratefulness to, right after a prayer. You even think, "should I not go empty-handed," in a crowded public square. It brings relief sometimes to get caught up in these thoughts—thoughts that no human being should ever end up in a state to be relieved by. I am not making literature; if my house collapsed, I would sleep on the street and wait to die. I used to think that dying was something that should cause great uproars, but I am dying silently and quietly. Forget dying, even having died is something that happens silently and quietly. I remember my father's funeral—the funeral of my father, who was the most important being in this world after myself. How many people came genuinely because something important happened, rather than just out of a sense of duty? If this is what the dead can do, you think about the power of the one who is dying, dying completely in silence, alone with themselves. I know nothing happens without effort, my God, but this time I truly need a magic wand. I cannot put in effort, but I beg very well. I am begging. I swear by the pain I feel in my throat, I am so desperate for Your miracle.
Guys, I can't carry this anymore, please pray for me.
(A letter written by Cemre Demirel-Michael Sikkofield)

Kuranda matematiksel bir mucize olmasına ihtimal versemde Reşat Halife’nin kendini Resul ilan etmesi ve tevbe suresinin son 2 ayetinin kurandan atılmasını saçma buluyorum. Tanrı koruma vaad ettiği kitabını korumayı beceremiyor mu? 19 mucizesini nerden öğrenebilirim?

Tanrı olmadan ahlakın sahiciliği kalır mı? Ahiret olmadan ahlakın bağlayıcılığı kalır mı? Bana göre tutarlı olan non Teist ahlaki nihilist olandır. Dindarlar ahlaklı olur dinsizler ahlaksız olur tarzı bir şeyi asla savunmuyorum bu arada. Bir dinsiz bir dindardan çok daha ahlaklı olabilir. Savunduğum şey Tanrı yoksa ahlakı temellendiremeyiz. Tamam bazı kurallar var ama bu neye dayanıyor. Ahlak madde olarak gördüğümüz bir şey değil gerçek olduğunu nerden anlayacağız. Yasa koyucu olmadan yasa olabilir mi? Diyelim ki birini öldürdünüz ve mahkemenin hiçbir kanıtı yok. İtiraf ederseniz ömür boyu hapis cezası alacaksınız. İtiraf etmezseniz krallar gibi bir hayat yaşayacaksınız. Tanrı ve ahireti yoksa niye itiraf etsin bir insan. Ahlak öznel ise ve kişiden kişiye, toplumdan topluma ve zamandan zamana göre değişirse ahlak diye bir şey yok demektir.
Biri için adam öldürmek kötü olabilirken biri için iyi
olabilir. Güçlü bir insan için güçsüzleri ezmek iyi olabilir.
Tanrı yoksa ahlak bizim keyfiyetimize kalmıştır ve
keyfiyete dayalı ahlak ahlak değildir. Rasyonal olan ahlaklı olmaktır akıl ile ahlakı temellendirebiliriz gibi cevaplar vermeyin lütfen. Akıl kendin için iyiyi ve kötüyü seçebilme becerisidir ve ahiret yoksa akıllı olan çıkarını maksimize etmektir. Şirketteki rakip iş arkadaşının ayağını kaydırmaktır, iyi bir dolandırıcı isen insanları dolandırmaktır, bir politikacı isen halkı kandırıp para kazanmaktır. Kısaca bana göre Tanrı yoksa iyi ve kötü dediğimiz kavramlarım bir değeri yoktur. Bir şey kötüdür derken ben bu davranışı sevmiyorum diyorsun sadece.
Ahiret yoksa ise ahlakın bağlayıcılığı kalmaz. Diyelim ki iyi ve kötü dediğimiz şeyler gerçekten var tamamda ben buna niye uyayım. Benim çıkarlarım ile çelişmesine rağmen niye iyi olanı seçeyim. Bize kurallar koyan bir Tanrı yoksa iyi ve kötü diye bir şey yoktur. Dolayısıyla seni döven adama, sana zulmeden politikacıya sen kötüsün diyemezsin. O mantıklı olanı yapıp çıkarını maksimize ediyordur. Size soruyorum Tanrı olmadan ahlakı temellendirebilir miyiz?

Tanrı olmadan ahlakın sahiciliği kalır mı? Ahiret olmadan ahlakın bağlayıcılığı kalır mı? Bana göre tutarlı olan non Teist ahlaki nihilist olandır. Dindarlar ahlaklı olur dinsizler ahlaksız olur tarzı bir şeyi asla savunmuyorum bu arada. Bir dinsiz bir dindardan çok daha ahlaklı olabilir. Savunduğum şey Tanrı yoksa ahlakı temellendiremeyiz. Tamam bazı kurallar var ama bu neye dayanıyor. Ahlak madde olarak gördüğümüz bir şey değil gerçek olduğunu nerden anlayacağız. Yasa koyucu olmadan yasa olabilir mi? Diyelim ki birini öldürdünüz ve mahkemenin hiçbir kanıtı yok. İtiraf ederseniz ömür boyu hapis cezası alacaksınız. İtiraf etmezseniz krallar gibi bir hayat yaşayacaksınız. Tanrı ve ahireti yoksa niye itiraf etsin bir insan. Ahlak öznel ise ve kişiden kişiye, toplumdan topluma ve zamandan zamana göre değişirse ahlak diye bir şey yok demektir. Biri için adam öldürmek kötü olabilirken biri için iyi olabilir. Güçlü bir insan için güçsüzleri ezmek iyi olabilir. Tanrı yoksa ahlak bizim keyfiyetimize kalmıştır ve keyfiyete dayalı ahlak ahlak değildir. Rasyonal olan ahlaklı olmaktır akıl ile ahlakı temellendirebiliriz gibi cevaplar vermeyin lütfen. Akıl kendin için iyiyi ve kötüyü seçebilme becerisidir ve ahiret yoksa akıllı olan çıkarını maksimize etmektir. Şirketteki rakip iş arkadaşının ayağını kaydırmaktır, iyi bir dolandırıcı isen insanları dolandırmaktır, bir politikacı isen halkı kandırıp para kazanmaktır. Kısaca bana göre Tanrı yoksa iyi ve kötü dediğimiz kavramlarım bir değeri yoktur. Bir şey kötüdür derken ben bu davranışı sevmiyorum diyorsun sadece. Ahiret yoksa ise ahlakın bağlayıcılığı kalmaz. Diyelim ki iyi ve kötü dediğimiz şeyler gerçekten var tamamda ben buna niye uyayım. Benim çıkarlarım ile çelişmesine rağmen niye iyi olanı seçeyim. Bize kurallar koyan bir Tanrı yoksa iyi ve kötü diye bir şey yoktur. Dolayısıyla seni döven adama, sana zulmeden politikacıya sen kötüsün diyemezsin. O mantıklı olanı yapıp çıkarını maksimize ediyordur. Size soruyorum Tanrı olmadan ahlakı temellendirebilir miyiz?