Christian "purpose" and "meaning" in life.

[Rampant.A.I.]

The fact that you are an atheist means that you didn't truly repent. Sorry.

Great, so now you've got beliefs that have no failure state, are unfalsifiable, and are hence irrational. You've just locked your own beliefs out of rationality forever.

This is such a profoundly dishonest sentiment from you, Chad, this bullshit idea that if you ever perceive that repentance doesn't work sufficiently to give up on it, it means you're doing it wrong. So, what, the only way to do it right is to just continue to believe in it forever and never ever consider that it might fail?

You are such a fucking amateur at this.

And if my prior reply gets skipped over, let's explore this. Going back to when I lay dying, airway doubled in half, before being airlifted from the crash site, why didn't your God choose to reveal himself to me?

I know he works in mysterious ways, I get that. However, in your specific brand of belief; what would be the eventual purpose of more or less giving me "dating advice" by introducing a hyper-realistic vision of the woman I was casually dating at the time dying in an agonizing way, literally bleeding out before my eyes; in such a way that several months after the accident and sedatives, I would still chastise her for "not actually being here" and "being dead" shortly after waking up?

If you say "It was a spiritual vision of God's plan!", I'll accept that.

But why involve the closeted homosexual Fireman on his way to visit his boyfriend at the marine base where God caused the car accident? What would be the point of that? God timed events so perfectly that not only was I brake-checked off the road by one of His Good Christian Soldiers, in time to have my Spiritual Vision, but God sent a Homosexual Angel to untwist my airway, who was coincidentally on his way to visit his boyfriend at the marine base for an extramarital affair, to pass on the above-mentioned dating advice?

I didn't need to have a dozen percutaneous pins rammed through my distal and radial ulnar joints to think "Hey, this girl who hits every one of my ideals for physical and mental attraction might be worth spending more time with." I already knew that. I didn't need a year of physical therapy to get back basic articulated functions underscore it for me.

Moreover, if God knew, being omniscient, that post-accident, the lifelong deist-leaning agnostic would start to search out atheist podcasts for daily listening, atheist forums to read, and anti-religious propaganda for me to repost online, why push me over the edge? Why push someone analytical enough to watch their own arm be flayed open for proper placement of stitches and pins to analyze such experiences, knowing I would interpret my Spiritual Vision from a wholly psychological viewpoint, without the necessary involvement of any deity?

Why not show up for .03 seconds of human time, and say "hey, Dude: You're fucking up. I'm sending you back down for a second chance, OK?"

Because, as of now, I am more convinced than ever that every religion is simply experiencing a part of the human mind they applies wishful thinking, and assigns a whole set of natural experiences to a God that doesn't exist outside our sculls.

And that there's nothing I experienced that makes me want ascribe my experiences to anything more than a need to converting my freckled, big-boob redhead to secular humanism, so she can enjoy the rest of her life with me without guilt and the threat of eternal torture in hell for enjoying what he have in the here-and-now.



"Thanks Jesus, would have missed this one if you hadn't prompted the car wreck!"