(May 21, 2015 at 4:56 pm)Crossless1 Wrote:Okay first off. What about having an imaginary friend prevents moral utilitarianism? Also your example is wrong, under moral utilitarianism that is wrong because of the effect the society as a whole, the greatest number of people, as you would have to allow so that many can be skinned including people that enjoy it, so therefore since no one wants to be skinned it creates misery.(May 21, 2015 at 4:50 pm)Anima Wrote: You would be correct sir. I did not state I had a degree in philosophy.
Nor have I state that god is need for morality. Rather I am stating an imaginary friend is needed for morality. In the case of the theist that friend is external to their person and commonly referred to as god. In the case of an atheist that imaginary person is the self and is commonly referred to in terms of the sentiment of the self or the conscience.
Otherwise the method of ethical conduct to be adopted is utilitarian and will lead to immoral situations. For example skinning 10 kids alive because it makes 100 people happier than it make the 10 kids miserable. While supported by utility we would argue this response is not correct.
Our argument to the incorrectness of this response will be predicated on something other than utility. For the theist it will be the imaginary guy in the sky. For the atheist it will be that they do not "feel" it is right. Which leads me to my initial meat automaton statement how there is no "person" to feel. Thus the feeling is imaginary or fictitious.
If this is a subject you wish to pursue, you should start a thread in a more appropriate place: Atheism, Religion, or Philosophy. This is the introductions place, and the rules governing this part of the forum prevent me from fully expressing how utterly moronic your so-called line of reasoning is.
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.
