same question applies if you are right....
if there isn't a Jesus or an afterlife. what stops you from going on a killing spree?
Man that is a great question.
I've seen stories of people going on killing sprees.
I've heard things, specific details of some of those sprees and...you know what? I've heard more folks' reasoning, or their impetus discovered once having gone on a spree, and I've heard way more tie SOME flavor of deification into having a hand in
some factor of the event.
I've rarely if ever heard any persons doing things like that claiming they looked into the gaping maw of the void and, since nothing was there except the void staring back at them...they somehow then had license to do whatever they wilt?
Crazy people are crazy though.....right?
Being a person that rejects any notion of a "divine creator"....ESPECIALLY one that requires so much attention, I'll volunteer my reasoning and some theories about why I haven't yet gone on a killing spree.
1. I haven't found a compelling enough reason to end another person's ride on this rock....yet? The way I see it, the mere fact that we are "here" is magical. A magic I can't explain. The things I've been taught to date as to why anything exists haven't passed my logic filters. How those logic filters got there I'll never know? By using deductive reasoning it seems that our presence here was the culmination of a bunch of things possibly happening...the least of which is that "divine creator" thing. Regardless, who am I to determine who gets to stay or who gets to go? Doesn't seem fair that I could send someone else back to the lobby for no reason, and then it gets muddy if I think I could have a reason.
2. Universal truths. That's what I call them anyway. There are people who should die...and by saying that I try to defend my belief that a being that is here is unknowable "magic". Any person willing to violate that "magic" by killing another needs to achieve
some validation, be it from a third party, a society, etc. Our innate need for "order" demands this. Even our simpler cousins that eat bananas and fling shit have rudimentary societal constructs...and they worship survival. Nothing more, nothing less.
3. Feels. Cursed by empathy, I feel things. I feel other peoples things. I feel animals things. I absorb shit that would drive some folks nutty. I don't have superpowers or anything...other than the ability to parse bullshit. But yeah...I hate to see anyone or anything in pain or suffering. There are humans that don't have those abilities or develop some method to ignore those feelings at times or maybe just one time.