There Is No God

And just because I don't believe that fact with all of my heart and soul,* it doesn't make it any more or less true or factual. I think it is because every proposed god & goddess has been factually refuted beyond any doubt. The only way it's possible for a human to believe in one of them (or all or any) is for the human to suspend disbelief and reason and profess that they have Faith in their imaginary creator.

That is every bit as impressive an argument as the current offensive capabilitie's of the NFL franchise whose colors I'm using on this Sunday. Well, maybe not even that impressive...

I had a bit o' luck yesterday when a wonderful blogger by name of Bird stopped by and left a coolish comment about my take on fellow primates Bob and Cal's pompous little sharing of their astounding ignorance vis-a-vie the nature and methodology of science. I naturally visited m'lady's Bird In Hand to catch up on her blogtivities and found this much needed cobweb-clearer from Penn Jillette.

This outtake is a little longer than I'd normally use, but the paragraph is very helpful and meaningful to my poor human psyche.

Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures. Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. I don't travel in circles where people say, "I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake my faith." That's just a long-winded religious way to say, "shut up," or another two words that the FCC likes less. But all obscenity is less insulting than, "How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do." So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something.

I've not much to add except to say that I wish my brother Rob was able to talk about this stuff on occasion without one or both of us becoming idiotically enraged that the other would dare to think differently from ourselves. I don't ask for much in my life, shit!, I'm pretty sure I don't ask for enough. Knowing how great a guy my 2nd youngest bro really, really is and not being able to have any sort of friendship with him just totally sucks.

But all obscenity is less insulting than, "How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do."

I need to remember to take slow, deep breaths when confronted by that type of phenomena from people I love. Otherwise, I am unable to prove to them and me that my love is valuable and real.

There is no god. {sigh} I too am learning something.



* Hearts can't think and souls (or spirits), if they exist, are medically unlikely to be aught more than electrical energy fields resulting from the biochemical activities of our bodies.