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 and our right to exercise it 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 say for sure there is a god. No one can prove there NO god. It’s unanswerable. I will defend to the death your right to believe whatever you choose. It is your right to believe, disbelieve, question, or argue. It’s my right too.
I draw the line at anyone telling me what they think I should believe.
I dislike dogma. Religion by itself is not a problem. It’s the system, the rules, the dogma that messes up the world. Dogma is a way to categorize everything, to put everything in a box. If it doesn’t fit in a box, the dogmatic believer will beat, pummel, pound, and torture it until it fits.
No boxes for me. I am a box-resister.
Atheism is a leap of faith as are all religions and I think it is a religion. My mother was a declared atheist, but 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 think we’d all be better off if everyone would stop trying to come up with “the” answer. That isn’t going to happen.
Leave it be. No one will be convinced by you, 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 let us do ours. It has to start somewhere. Let’s take the first step.
It’s fun to debate god, no god, religion, no religion, faith, no faith. 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 and the last wine drunk, it’s time to pack up the arguments and go home.
That’s how it ought to be.