At least, a benevolent one. . . .
Aids
Starving children
Children who develop cancer
War
Hate
Katy Perry
At least, a benevolent one. . . .
Aids
Starving children
Children who develop cancer
War
Hate
Katy Perry
I believe in God, I just don't like him. Hee, hee.
I don't believe in God because I was raised in a Godless household and a Godless culture. And I've seen people utterly destroyed, driven to depths of depravity and despair through absolutely no fault of their own, in light of which I find it hard to believe in the existence an active, beneficent deity.
That said, I've come to respect other people's faith in God. I see the existential solace it provides many and I can't help but approve of it. Sometimes I even envy them their faith. And Pascal's Wager actually makes a lot of sense to me. In the stark absence of certifiable proof which the thoughtful theist must endure, the possibility they might be right, along with all the boundless benefits that being right would entail, must be a great and welcome aid in maintaining their faith.
I say whatever gets one through the dark and lonely nights.
There are plenty of people who truly believe. I know one person who has no fear of death. Even when people she cares about die, she is sad they're gone but is not sad for them. She thinks God and Jesus love her and are always there to listen to her. She believes she will go to heaven and spend eternity in paradise with her family. She's a mormon and so she does not drink, smoke, nor engage in premarital sex. I honestly don't see anything wrong with that. I pressed her and pressed her, relentlessly, until I got her to admit that her faith has no foundation, but then she put the question to me "but what if it is true?" Fair enough I say.
Because I haven't been convinced otherwise. Also, I have personal moral objections to the conduct and values of many of the dominant organized religions.
But it's all right, as an openly gay philandering atheist, I'm sure God wouldn't like me much if he did exist anyway.
"If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia."
- Margaret Atwood
I have no fear of death. Death is peace. I like Seneca's view of it – I was dead before and I will be dead again, and for me, the life in between is simply an inconvenient, excruciatingly painful phase brought on either by accident or for the amusement of this God.
I don't ask that God should take my sufferings away, only that He should make them bearable. Is that really so unreasonable? Is it necessary that I should suffer in life, and be damned in death? Must I live in endless pain, and in death find not even a shadow of kindness or sympathy, but only – a merciless tyrant's hand, reproaching me for my helplessness? How much does He expect from me; is anyone, anywhere, able to "turn the other cheek" and live well when there is no hope for happiness, in this life or the next?
I was taught to believe in God. I don't, but I still hate Him, or the idea of Him, and the hate is killing me.
You are lucky that you are not a midget, apparently God hates the midget with a special passion, according to the Bible.
You cannot hate him as much as me. Hate is best forgotten, for dwelling on hate seeds bitterness in one's soul. Who wishes to be bitter towards life?
Good subject. I was musing on it the other day as I recalled Bertie Russell's Why I am not a christian.
There is no reason to believe, people believe because they want to. They are selfish and self-indulgent people who prefer myth to reality.
Both Einstein and Hawking have alluded to the concept of god to be childish fantasy, which concept I agree with 100%.
40 years after I realised it was a sham, it amazes me that people still believe.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon