Disjointed Thoughts

I can't help but be intrigued by the study of philosophy. I'd like to know why reality keeps slapping me in the face. The account that the huge palm imprint on the side of my face is but the physical manifestation of a supreme being's displeasure with my sinful nature is invalid. It is an effrontery to that very being whose chief qualities include benevolence and truth. Religion I believe is the irrefutable answer best suited for the idle minded. The ones incapable of undertaking such an arduous task. Or afraid. The truth may not be what we hope it to be. Nevertheless, I believe there will be a sense of accomplishment in uncovering it no matter how vile and despicable it may turn out to be. A jouissance-driven theory. Pardon my disjointed thoughts.