(November 22, 2016 at 5:33 pm)Neo-Scholastic Wrote: Please re-read my post carefully. It isn't about people who never thought about the issue. If the doctrines presented to you don't make sense, that is a judgment you have made based on your own reason and experience. People hear ideas and they decide if the ideas make sense or not. They are deliberately taking a stance either "I agree," or "I disagree," or "I don't know". That's a choice.
I understood you completely and I'm still telling you that it is not a choice. I don't choose for it to not make sense to me, it just doesn't make sense to me. I can choose to utter the words, "I disagree," but that's simply a vocalization of my state of mind. I didn't choose to stop believing in god one day, I simply realized that none of it made sense to me.
In other words it was a realization about how my mind works and being honest with myself about that realization. It was not a choice to stop believing. I could not choose for the idea of god to make sense to me now. and I couldn't then.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll