It's always interesting to me how so many theists simply ignore, or even fail to recognize, these blatant contradictions in order to continue holding their beliefs. Even when they paint themselves into a corner they will say, "Those are just my beliefs. I have mine, you have yours," as if this somehow reconciles the contradicting ideas they hold.
I've heard some theists, after painting themselves into a corner, say things like "The idea of god doesn't have to make sense to us, we're just humans and we can never understand god," almost as if our lack of comprehension of god somehow reaffirms its existence...?
Here is one bone I will throw to theists/deists... sure there MIGHT be a god. Just like there might be fairies, unicorns, dragons and vampires. Each of these things existence are supported by the same amount of scientific evidence.
I've heard some theists, after painting themselves into a corner, say things like "The idea of god doesn't have to make sense to us, we're just humans and we can never understand god," almost as if our lack of comprehension of god somehow reaffirms its existence...?
Here is one bone I will throw to theists/deists... sure there MIGHT be a god. Just like there might be fairies, unicorns, dragons and vampires. Each of these things existence are supported by the same amount of scientific evidence.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
