There is no God. None to be found hugging the weeping woman on the bathroom floor. No God made the earth and controls the planets in their orbit. God does not weep as a baby is discarded in the slums of Ethiopia. He does not know my heart’s intentions, the depths of the sea, the joys of a newborn baby’s cries, the reunion of lost souls, or the cry of the wounded soldier. There is no God. Life is material, evolving from nothing and returning to nothing. Life is here and now. There is no God.
There is no God, therefore morals are cultural or personality. I will determine my own right and wrong. I will seek only my heart to direct my life. I will determine my good and be happy at all costs. I will do what feels good and only what feels good. Meaning will be found in accomplishments, in gaining materials, and satisfying desires. If it makes me happy, it must be good. If it does not work for me anymore, if it hurts, if it is too hard, I will abandon. There are no absolute morals.
There is no God, therefore there are no absolute morals, therefore there is no evil. Do not tell me what is wrong and I will not tell you what is wrong. If it makes me happy, it can not be wrong. There is no evil in this world. Survival of the fittest. A woman weeping on the bathroom floor brought it on herself for being weak. A baby discarded in the slums of Ethiopia is survival of the fittest, elimination of unwanted population, natural selection. I will not protest for the rights of any group of people. Evil can not be done against them. There are no wrongs. I will not sacrifice my own comforts, risk my own life, or serve anyone except myself. Hitler was not wrong, genocides are natural, and murderers are following their own hearts, I will not tell them otherwise. There is no evil.
Or, perhaps, there is a God. It may be, He intimately loves and pursues me. Conceivably, evil in and of itself is an argument for God. Perhaps evil is proof that this is not the way the world was intended to be. Perhaps I should stand up for the weak, and travel the world to rescue a baby that is starving because life is precious, and love abundantly when they have nothing to offer me, and forgive when I am wronged, and give when it comes at a cost, and make peace with my enemies. Maybe we should fight for good and sacrifice all because there is something bigger than me and the here and now. Perhaps I will believe. Perhaps I will wake one day, as if from a dream, and the world and all that is wrong will fade away and I will live in perfection and eternity with God because, perhaps, there is a God.