(January 10, 2011 at 12:01 am)dqualk Wrote: The point of all this rambling is to arrive at a Cross roads between meaningfulness and meaninglessness. Why would anyone choose to accept a reality void of meaning? Christianity, especially Catholicism, is not irrational. In fact, Reason is strongest when it flows from the Ultimate Reason; reason is stronger within Catholicism than it is in any other worldview, especially atheism.
So why choose to believe that there is no meaning, when there is such a BEAUTIFUL system given to us by the God-man Christ, which is so meaningful?
In Christ
Well, first, DQualk, you begged the question when you stated that there is such a "beautiful system given to us by" Christ. How could you possibly know that? Because the Bible says it's so? That's not good enough. Find some evidence outside of the canon for the meaningfulness of Jesus' claims. The beautiful system you see in place today is the result of millions of years of evolution and change within the cosmos. There is no doubt that it is beautiful. But it is beautiful without a god to make it so.
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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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