Proverb:
I’m new to this forum and to philosophy in general, so please excuse any potential breaches of etiquette.
In Meditationes de Prima Philosophia, René Descartes (R.D.) introduces existential doubt—the idea that we should question everything, even what seems self-evident. This skepticism has two key benefits: it leads to new discoveries and prevents us from accepting falsehoods.
R.D. takes this doubt further, questioning even our fundamental ways of knowing. If we can’t be sure that mathematics—pure logic itself—is correct due to possible miscalculations or faulty memory, how can we be certain that anything is real?
Ultimately, we can at least confirm that something exists because thought itself is evidence of existence (Cogito, ergo sum). But how do we know this reality isn’t just a lucid dream, one that only persists as long as we fuel our cognition—outrunning the inevitable collapse of the world as we perceive it?
I am going to be frank:
I do not believe in the concept of a good God or an evil God manipulating us, or even the idea that such a being exists.
I think approaching anything with this radical skepticism and then asserting that there is a God, without any foundation, is, at least within this framework of metaphysics, laughable. R.D. got this wrong, or should have elaborated more.
But this brings me to a conclusion:
If there is no proof of actual existence, no tangible reality, no proof that God or anything like it exists, and if everything could just collapse for no reason at all…
Why bother? I know that I can imagine myself feeling bad or imagine feeling good, but in reality, if all collapses and nothing is real, it just seems pointless to chase satisfaction.