Well, to start, in a way that didn’t attempt to shift the issue to subsequent decisions. Let’s see how you did this time!
Nope.
You made the choice to use God as an example case in a discussion about power and corruption, thus inviting discussion of God in relation to power and corruption. Once again, don’t go making this about me just because you don’t like the implications of your own choices.
Yes, because if I don’t believe in God, any position I ascribe to him would be hypothetical by necessity, now wouldn’t it?
No, it’s a pretty bog-standard theistic myth. I find the Caldari invocation of Cold Wind more compelling, if I’m being honest. At least there is wind on Caldari Prime, and quite a lot of it cold.
Hold up, though, you’re already changing the conditions of the issue. If I made weapons (and no, I don’t build them) and they were then used in ways I absolutely knew they would be, then yes, I would be responsible for that use.
You’re introducing ‘abuse or misuse’ here, but once again, that’s impossible in the scenario of an omnipotent creator that knows how everything will happen. There can be no misuse, because if there was a use God didn’t intend, then that misuse wouldn’t exist.
That’s the crux of the issue you can’t escape. God got to set the starting conditions. God, with perfect knowledge of the future, had the power to make any alterations needed to avoid undesired results before engaging in creation.
If you know that something will happen after you do X, and you still do X, you intend that thing to happen. It may not be your goal, but you still intended it to happen, however incidentally.
I don’t have any history with God, cuz I don’t believe he exists. I have a history with believers, who generally alternate between being truly amazing people who sincerely seek to be positive influences in the cluster, and being absolute pricks who use God as an excuse to be terrible to other people in their own lust for power and validation.
There’s a thin smattering of ‘I really hope I know what I’m doing, but in the end, I’m as lost as anyone else and just fumbling my way through life’ types in the middle who generally try to be decent people. That, so far, is where I think you land, but you seem to crave surety way too much to admit it to yourself, which is dangerous.
:sigh:
Capsuleers are not immortal. We are serial copies, immediately replaced and so disposable that even our closest friends, relations, and lovers never even notice when it happens. We die, forgotten and unmourned, as someone else who happens to remember most of our life, steps into that life to take our place.
I, for example, am currently just shy of 134 days old, made out of a lump of generic biomatter, sculpted to look like someone who died over a decade ago, my brain flash-grown to match the all-but-final brain-state of a prior lump of sculpted genetic biomatter.
All anyone ever gets is a lifetime: theirs. Most of the iterations of my identity have gotten ones that average out at around one month long.