So I watched thunderfoots newest part to his why people laugh and creationists series and happened upon a youtube user called once forgiven now free that issued this challenge to atheists.
In the answer is no, our brains are not intelligently designed, they are a evolutionary design. In humans evolution select for a number of intelligence traits such, environmental perception, deductive reasoning, complex planing, social interaction and risk assessment. Hence we cannot always trust conclusion made in our own minds, thus we have to be skeptics in order to even attempt to reach the true conclusion. And as skeptics we are forced to look for evidence that can be independently, veritably tested and even then because we have fallible brains we do not take anything as 100% certain.
The reason this works against Christianity is because Christianity has yet to put forward independently verifiable evidence. Thus because our brains are fallible we can trust people when they say the conclusion of Christianity or any religion is accurate.
In the answer is no, our brains are not intelligently designed, they are a evolutionary design. In humans evolution select for a number of intelligence traits such, environmental perception, deductive reasoning, complex planing, social interaction and risk assessment. Hence we cannot always trust conclusion made in our own minds, thus we have to be skeptics in order to even attempt to reach the true conclusion. And as skeptics we are forced to look for evidence that can be independently, veritably tested and even then because we have fallible brains we do not take anything as 100% certain.
The reason this works against Christianity is because Christianity has yet to put forward independently verifiable evidence. Thus because our brains are fallible we can trust people when they say the conclusion of Christianity or any religion is accurate.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
