I noticed I have about an equal number of religious and atheist friends. That probably means I’m doing something right. If you get right down to it, I believe in you. And me. I believe in intelligence. I believe we each have the right to exercise our intelligence as we see fit.
I am a non-believer. This means I neither believe in a particular religion or dogma nor do I deny the possibility that faith may have its roots in truth.
No one can not prove there is a god, but no one can prove there isn’t one, either. It’s an unanswerable question. I will defend to the death your right to believe whatever you choose. It is your right to believe, disbelieve, question, argue. My right too.
I draw the line at anyone telling me what I should believe.
I dislike dogma. Religion by itself is not a problem. It’s the systems, the rules, the dogma that messes up the world. Dogma is a way to categorize everything, to put everything — including ideas — in boxes. If it doesn’t fit in a box, a properly dogmatic believer will beat, pummel, pound, and torture a person or concept until it fits.
I don’t want to be in a box.
Atheism is a leap of faith as is every religion. And it is a religion. My mother was an atheist, or so she declared herself. She wasn’t really an atheist, in my opinion. She felt betrayed by god. She felt that if there was a god, he wasn’t worthy of her faith.
Since no one can prove the existence or non-existence of god, I personally, I think we’d all be better off if everyone would stop trying. Leave it be. No one will be convinced by anything you say, so why not let everyone do their own thing, however weird you think it is? Maybe if we let others do their thing, they will be let us be crazy too.
It has to start somewhere. Why don’t we take the first step?
It’s fun to debate god, no god, religion, no religion, faith, no faith. Whatever. Big ideas, complicated concepts. It’s intellectual exercise. It makes great after dinner conversation, but that’s all it is.
When the last cookies have been eaten, the last wine drunk, it’s time to pack up the arguments and go home. That’s the way it ought to be.