When I was a very young boy I was faced with this very problem. I couldn't reconcile my given religion with reality, and when my mother informed me that probably no one actually had all the answers I was at a loss. Where does one begin when one begins from nothing? If no adults knew all the answers, then what was the chance that I as a child could figure it all out? And was my mother right? Was it true that no one really knows?

I had to find out. But there was my problem again: how? How would I know whether what anyone said was true? I didn’t have any way of knowing. The only thing I knew for sure was that there had to be answers somewhere. There is obviously truth and falsehood. As long as you are sure of that, there is a place to start.

What I did was go from religion to religion. None of them rang completely true for me. They often contradicted each other, and all of them claimed to have all the true answers. But that is impossible since they all seem to have a different take on what the ultimate answers are.

I wasn't happy with any of it. I soon started pondering the problem intensely. If all of them say they have the right answers but they all contradict each other, what is the likelihood that any one of them is absolutely correct? After all, if you have two contradictory ideologies that both claim to be true at least one of them, and perhaps both, must be false. Again, how would I know? There had to be a way… And of course there is. But I had no idea what it was at the time.

I decided that the only way to find answers was to go with my gut. Mothers tell you that all the time. Go with your feelings. If something didn't sound right I either did not understand what was being said, or there was something wrong with it. I would cherry pick my own religion or philosophy, my own world view, all from my gut and my intellect. What a task that turned out to be. All too often, what a waste of time; though I have no regrets.

I went from Christianity to Eastern philosophy studying all they had to say and weeding it out bit by bit. I looked into every philosophy I could get my hands on, all to find my own answers within them. This went on for most of my early and teen years. In the end, what I found was better than just answers. It was a way to find the questions. Asking the right questions is as hard as finding the answers to them. If you ask the wrong questions you find the wrong answers. So let’s start with the big question: the question of god.

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