when i say that i am atheist... i generally get
responses from people thinking that what i mean
is that i don't believe in god.
the real truth is...
i have no supporting evidence.
to others, this is significant because it shows
a deeper agnosticism.... (which usually leads
them to the intention of 'converting' me).
the problem is in the cliche question:
what is the meaning of life?
i despise this question... but see it as a clue
to a timeless paradox --
we have reservations about absolutes... but desire absolutes
even cliche descarte and his (properly philosophically
translated):
i doubt, therefore i am
we have contention to doubt naturally.... but the
real question isn't what makes you atheist....
but rather... what about believers made them
lose doubt?
it is our perceptual EYE that can project an
image of ourselves... seeing ourselves dead/lifeless...
while life continues... that scares us into trying
countless ways to give meaning to our meaningless lives.
but to stop my yammering on and on in a close-ended
spiral of personal rhetoric....
i stopped believing because i realized that
the god i was introduced to -- thought of me
no better than my own parents... and i hated
them... so why give reverence to a pompus,
self-centered delusion when i can't even do
so for the very beings i can see and touch?
screw him