RE: I am a theist, what do you think of my proof for God existing?
October 25, 2016 at 4:54 pm
(This post was last modified: October 25, 2016 at 4:55 pm by Arkilogue.)
(October 25, 2016 at 4:16 pm)comet Wrote:(October 25, 2016 at 7:16 am)robvalue Wrote: Simple question, one I rarely get a satisfactory answer to:
Why should I care about any sort of God?
Any sensible definition doesn't preclude a computer programmer in a parent dimension, by the way. I don't understand the compulsion to worship it or to "talk" to it with no idea whether or not the messages are being received by it. The idea that it plans to manifest us in this parent reality after death is absurd, quite honestly. It's much more reasonable to assume it has no idea we are here at all, let alone self-aware.
I don't deny that the concept of God exists, as a concept. It's when you try and move it into reality that you will always fail. It's unfalsifiable at best; incoherent at worst.
you don't have to care. Any more than my brother cares about the Oort cloud. But its there.
You remind me....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4Izkay88YI
Forms are loosely fitting
Jury still are sitting
Sense of duty keeps us all in motion
Prison sirens wailing
That security is failing
Do not inspire a lifetime of devotion
No one will sympathize
No one really tries
They need a faith that leads them like a drum
And I can hear it pounding down among the ruins
Sad to say, I don't think I'm the only one.
I awoke and someone spoke
They asked me in a whisper
If all my dreams and visions had been answered
And I don't know what to say
I never even pray
I just feel the pulse of universal dancers
They'll waltz me till I die
They'll never tell me why
I never stop to ask them where we're going
Yes, but the holy, the profane
Are all helplessly insane
Wishful, hopeful, never even knowing.
And they asked if I believe
And do the angels really grieve
Or is it all a comforting invention?
It's just like gravity, I said
It's not a product of my head
It doesn't speak, but nonetheless commands attention
And I don't care what it means
Or who decorates the scenes
The problem is more with my sense of pride
Because it keeps me thinking "me"
Instead of what it is to be
I'm not a passenger, I am the ride
I'm not a passenger
I am the ride
"Leave it to me to find a way to be,
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting,
I knew the rules but the rules did not know me, guaranteed." - Eddie Vedder
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting,
I knew the rules but the rules did not know me, guaranteed." - Eddie Vedder