Who could ever believe in a deity who created all the huge things in the entire universe AND is also watching all the little things you’re doing in your bedroom?
Seems the deity doesn’t quite know how to set priorities here.
I’m sure the number of trees that were cut down to make those silly crucifixes, is enough to generate oxygen for our entire planet for at least a hundred years.
I don’t like offending, but sometimes you just do things and at the same time cannot help offend someone… it happens every day.
This is my submission for Everybody Draw Mohammed Day http://twitpic.com/1ph8sq
The blog I was hoping to submit this to, seems to have mysteriously disappeared? What happened?
Come on you fuckers, I can take you.
Here is a great archive on all the depictions of Mohammed.
The fact that Richard Dawkins gets so much attention in the media is actually worrying: it proves it is apparantly rare and noteworthy that one cannot believe in a god.
Today, when I was shitting in the toilet, I had quite a marvellous idea.
I don’t think time exists. At least: not in the way we percieve it.
For example: we sometimes ask: what was there BEFORE the universe came into being? The latest reply is that it’s quite possible a multiverse exists and that we are only one of many. Our universe may even have come about because of two different universes colliding, and therefore the collision of two different sets of laws-of-physics.
This makes me think that the nature of our universe and the nature of time as we know it, is not a definate.
We might never be able to test this hypothisis, since we and our instruments are made up of a certain mass, weight, energy and… time. We cannot step outside of our own linear time.
This is another thing: if time DOES exist, perhaps time is not linear at all. It may be repetitive or spiral shaped.
In quantum physics we’ve found out that there are particles who can be in a different location at exactly the same time. But what if that ‘exactly the same time’ is not the same time at all? I’d like to see astronomists, physists and mathmeticians putting that into their equations and something beautiful might come out.
If time is not linear, our universe has no beginning or end. And that means we could be living in an infinitely small unmeasarable segment of time.
And if there is no beginning, there is no creation or creator either.
Atheism should be the next step in human evolution.
We can’t judge cave men (and women) for having invented religion. Consider these poor big brained creatures: they were naturally inclined to have investigative minds. They couldn’t help but wonder about the cause of everything surrounding them. I think it’s a type of questioning that is inevitable once a living organism becomes superconscious.
When you become aware of yourself and your surroundings you cannot help to ask where sunshine, rain and death comes from. The explanation will at first be: someone did this, a god.
Only if you investigate further, one can find: sunshine comes from a star, rain comes from the clowds and death is corrosion.
Now, since we are not cave men (or cave women or cave transgenders) anymore: isn’t it time we set aside our first hypotheses completely?
This is a true personal confession: whenever I hear someone mention god, I feel embarressed on their behalf.
I’m not sure if there are other people who have this as well, or even understand what I’m talking about. I’ve never heard anyone else mention it, but I’ve had this deep feeling of silly shame whenever the word ‘god’ gets mentioned, ever since my childhood.
At the time I didn’t quite know what it was and I have to think really hard on where and how it started and I can’t remember.
Which is unfortunate: because if more people would feel a slight humilitation about religion, perhaps there would be less believers.
I grew up in a completely secular family and secular society. But in school it was compulsary to learn about religion – the christian one. I do remember we had our first lessons when I was about 7 or 8 and I actually started believing the stories, but a lot of it didn’t make sense. I sometimes could see the teachers struggle whenever I or other pupils asked questions like “but if god flooded the earth during Noahs time, all fish must have survived? Were fish considered to be without sin? Then… why were all the other animals killed?”
Seeing grownups struggle with bad explanations, such as the eternal killer “he works in mysterious ways” is quite painful. It gave me a feeling that was similar to selfconsciousness with the same awareness of not being allowed to say everything.
Fortunately my mother, who is a non-theist ex-protestant, put me right in my place the minute she started noticing I was about to believe in this god thing. But even today, after all those years, I still feel godconscious.
I haven’t posted anything extensive for a while, since I’ve been mainly twittering my ass off.
Or, as I said to a friend of mine: “I have been twittering the lower part of my body into oblivion.”
I propose a more creative use of common expressions.
Please respond with your own, prefarably sexpositive queer atheist liberal perversions and involving robots, if possible.
I just had a funny vision:
playing a ‘Ouija board’ with skeptics and being fucking bored, because ofcourse the glass never moves
But there’s plenty of fun in life without believing in ghosts!
What’s up with sports folks praying for a win, while elsewhere people are starving or getting slaughtered?
I’d definately like to call that a selfish gene!
Some say god made them win a sports tournament – too bad it distracted him from healing children with cancer…