(December 30, 2015 at 10:40 am)Whateverist the White Wrote: For me I'd call it a growing sense that God was not the way the world worked. It seemed to fit more naturally in the category of comforting fiction with Santa, the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy than with space, time and matter. But I was fortunate that my more aggressively religious parent was in the military and not in my face. That and his ineptitude socially spared me from being coerced more effectively. My mother on the other hand would speak of God but only to make the case of what one should or shouldn't do. She never dwelled on God as a being. In fact I pretty much made up my own concept of God given the blessed lack of detail around me. My Guy was pretty cool but no more or less real than anyone else's. Maybe I just naturally had a higher regard for things tangible than things theoretical?
That last line of yours, that's very interesting. A higher regard for the tangible and not the theoretical. Appreciate you sharing.!!
