(February 17, 2019 at 7:03 pm)MilesAbbott81 Wrote:No we won't. We will all be dead and incapable of finding anything out. If I am wrong, I will find myself standing before an immoral thug who I would reject anyway. On moral grounds. You, by nature, are more moral the the celestial bully that you worship. This forces you to favour slavery, misogyny, elitism, human sacrifice, incest, rape and so forth. You know these things to be wrong, but you abandon your own morality in favour of an imaginary cosmological santa claus who will put presents under your dead moral tree if only you sufficiently grovel.(February 17, 2019 at 6:43 pm)Astreja Wrote: Oh, I'm not the least bit scared. I do think that you're a jerk, though, who gets his jollies by pretending to be a spokesman for a god.
Au contraire, monsieur Abbott. One cannot fear something that one believes is fictional, and I think that your god is fictional. I read the Bible 55 years ago, and it's never been anything more to me than a work of very, very old fiction from a comparatively primitive culture.
I believe wholeheartedly that you will never get to meet your god in person, no matter how hard you pray. Never. Not in an infinity of infinities. At the end of your life you will fall unconscious, your heart will stop, hypoxia will cause your brain circuitry to break down, and literally everything you ever believed will simply vanish as if it never existed.
Live life as if this is the only one you will ever get -- because it probably is. The molecules that comprise your body may eventually become part of some other life forms, but "Miles" has a best-before date.
We'll see who's right in the end. You will be glad when it isn't you.
(February 17, 2019 at 7:03 pm)MilesAbbott81 Wrote: I do think I came in here with a bit of a chip on my shoulder, and I apologize for that. I think I've said all that I should say, so I'm going to stop posting in this thread now. Others are free to have the final word.Oh right, waving the white flag of victory is it?
If your ideas were remotely reasonable, then they would gain traction, or at least some robust discussion. But your ideas are so risible that at the first mere hint of any challenge, you run for cover. Your belief is a swiss cheese of holes and you are scared of the holes being identified.
Bluntly, you came to a vigorous discussion board armed with no more than a spork.
The rest of us have a full set of professional chef's knives and we keep them sharp.
Has it ever occurred to you to wonder why it is that your magic sky fairy is so fragile? And ineffectual?
