(November 4, 2010 at 4:59 pm)Jazzykatt Wrote: I would really like to hear what others think about ghosts, hauntings and things that go bump in the night. I personally have never experienced such phenomenon; although I may have convined myself that I saw or heard something when I was a teenager with a ouija board and an overactive imagination.
That would a "no" on ghosts. It seems to me that if one leaves open the possibility that ghosts exist, or any other supernatural phenomena, then it's not much of a leap to then suppose that souls, the afterlife, and finally, god, exists. So believing in ghosts seems to open a Pandora's box of other possible spiritual entities. Occam's razor, once again, provides the most logical path. If you've personally experienced such "ghosts," then your own mind is the likely creator.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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