Coming to Terms with Being Human

I don’t think I’m alone in struggling to accept the reality of being human. I don’t mean simply genetically human, either. I mean fundamentally – emotionally, mentally, and anthropologically – human. I wanted to take this opportunity to write out some of my thoughts, although I hope it’s clear that this is more for my benefit than any other purpose. Your thoughts, of course, are welcome.

The Mythos of Religion: Human as Deity


I was raised to believe that human existence was the ultimate form, and that we were in fact little godlings; if we behaved correctly, we would create worlds without number. This is not a belief exclusive to the Mormon faith. In fact, many religions believe we’re pursuing ascendancy. Hinduism teaches it through the caste and reincarnation as Gods, Buddhism talks about becoming a Buddha (in this or a future life), and many Christian faiths besides Mormonism believe that our afterlife will be comprised of increased states of glory.

Upon abandoning the mythos of my childhood (and I mean “mythos” here as in “stories that explain the universe”; I don’t intend to accuse or incite anything in this entry), I found myself wanting. I had been told I was a godling, but that life had been miserable, unsatisfying, and it rang hollow. Yet I continued a search for something more, something greater.

I know I’m not the only one looking, often intensely, for an answer to transcendence. Perhaps the varying mythos of different cultures were designed to meet a very real, very necessary human psychological gap. As self-aware creatures, we were able to see, organize, and contribute to a larger system beyond just our genetic contributions and the predispositions for behavior that served an evolutionary purpose. As we witnessed the world and human potential, we became aware of our limitations.

… to be continued.