Soul - your views on it?

[Welsh cake]

I have no idea what you're asking, sorry. Do you mean when we're born? Our inherrant nature/ God created? What?

At what point was "my soul" created from nothing?

He didn't make us weak in that sense. We are as strong as our faith.

I don't have faith in anything, so by your reckoning, I'm not just merely impotent, but I have absolutely no power, influence or effect over anything. If the body needs the soul then it stands to reason I shouldn't be alive right now, let alone able to type up this response to you.

1. Your faith weakened

I abandoned the silly notion of it altogether Frodo.

4. He openly declares that there ARE other gods and that you should worship none but him.

So he's god of the gods? Wow, I feel even more distanced from him than before, and even I didn't think that was possible. Hope he and the 'god of this world' when they next hang out don't have too much fun screwing with the minds of men and hiding the truth from them.

All things shall come to him.

Yeah, yeah. All knees shall bow and every arse shall fart. I've heard this Universalistic drivel a million times before Frodo and time has not sweetened it, it's become quite stale. This sermon is nothing more than a bell that's lost its clapper.

Perfection attracts.

I find it alien and horrifying. Perfection repels. What on earth does a creator god want or need with trivial insignificant little me anyway? Nothing.

You don't get to be an idiot forever.

True, if there is no soul that survives biological death I should pass into oblivion anywhere between now and the next sixty years or so. Entertaining notions as to whether there ever was a creator who is responsible for everything will thankfully be extinguished, along with the rest of my nightmares as my consciousness ceases to be.

If the soul exists and the repugnant tyrant god of the Bible is real and what you said about us determining the ultimate fate of our own spirits is true then, I'll no longer be an atheist but become a misotheist. That Biblical supernatural monster has never been worthy of adoration or respect in any context. Sadly, I'll develop endless self-loathing as I realise I came about or was conceived in some way because of this colossal beast's dark designs. It would be no different from a normal good-hearted individual hating reality and/or committing suicide when he discovers Cthulhu exists.

You're letting your reasoning be coloured by something other than the subject in hand. I can think you're being a jerk. In truth you could be being a jerk.

Oh dear, then you've invested way too much in this god concept to appreciate that others may not find it as 'irresistible' and 'wondrous' as you do.

That doesn't get you out of the consequences of being a jerk.

What consequences will I face for not loving your god concept? Is it Hell-threat-time already frodo?

He's doing his bit. You, on the other hand, are wallowing in the mud.

He doesn't even exist as far as I'm aware. >.>

How is that? How can you say you know? Is it because your life is not how it would be if he existed? Please explain.

Where the hell do I start?

Well, the only reason why I'm responding right this second now is because I'm on the sick, and I need the distraction. I'm awaiting an operation for my stupid useless body that could take weeks/months to recover from. My less than sympathetic employer is threatening to review my circumstance so see whether or not I've a future with them. This adds to the stress and heartache.
Some of my family are dead. Cancer claimed most but a few died horribly from accidents. Ones closest to me are going through difficult times with no end in sight to their troubles (except for an unlikely lottery win, or a far more probable death), the strain threatens to push them into a nervous breakdown. My father has lost over a third of his heart from several heart attacks, he's slowly dying from a multitude of illnesses that claimed his father - he has another ten years if we're lucky, although he can't retire because we need the money to keep the roof over our heads.
There are times when my mother, a devout theist wishes she didn't have children because my sisters are have mental illnesses and cannot cope with life in general. The majority of my relatives are locked in turmoil as they quarrel over past events and transgressions. At best they treat each other with apathy without sucking the rest of us into their disputes. Fucking overzealous neighbours are conspiring to hurt and/or harm us in almost every conceivable way that is in within their power and thwart our plans and hopes for the future to build a new home, they delight whenever new problems hit us or whenever one of us gets taken to hospital.

And these problems are just ours - there are countless dysfunctional families out there who've no doubt got it MUCH worse. I've lived long enough to witness countless horrors, atrocities and tragedies that have happened all over the world and are still occurring right now.

Take a hint: With absolute certainty I can say no creator gives a flying fuck about my family or I.

I could NEVER reconcile myself or forfeit what little dignity/self-respect I've retained, sacrifice my compassion for my fellow man, or surrender the humanity salvaged after from those who abused my trust, and then worship some deity.

What don't you understand about that?