There's a post I wrote four months ago for
quietconversation (access-only locked comm) that the radio interview yesterday brought back to mind, with more thinky-thoughts and wonderments layered on top, so I am currently reworking it for a more public audience. That's gonna take a while.
The post is mainly about the intersection of modern medicine and ancient religion (Paleo-Pagan, rather than Neo-Pagan), and I mention that I'm atheist.
I've since realized something: It's not that I think God(s) is(are) a fiction. God(s) may or may not exist. I might even take the existance of some form of Deity as fact without too much fuss or argument.
But I've discovered I don't need to believe in God(s) in order to have a warm and loving relationship with the Universe of which I'm a part. And it's the insistance of the many of the loudest theists that I must be incapable of love without God (and their particular God, to boot) that gets my nostril hairs in a knot.
Ya know?
The post is mainly about the intersection of modern medicine and ancient religion (Paleo-Pagan, rather than Neo-Pagan), and I mention that I'm atheist.
I've since realized something: It's not that I think God(s) is(are) a fiction. God(s) may or may not exist. I might even take the existance of some form of Deity as fact without too much fuss or argument.
But I've discovered I don't need to believe in God(s) in order to have a warm and loving relationship with the Universe of which I'm a part. And it's the insistance of the many of the loudest theists that I must be incapable of love without God (and their particular God, to boot) that gets my nostril hairs in a knot.
Ya know?
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Date: 2011-02-09 02:31 am (UTC)Well, it sorta happens automatically, when I get frustrated at willful ignorance, and the WTF energies start to cause sparks in the brain -- kind of like when static electricity causes socks to tangle, coming out of the drier.