(August 16, 2010 at 4:58 pm)theVOID Wrote: Welcome everythingafter!
Why exactly do you refrain from calling yourself an atheist?
Thanks!
Good question. I refrain at the moment - it's probably not a permanent refrain - but I can't figure out how to dismiss the possibility of a god or entity in some other dimension or realm that science can or may never will be able to reach. He's not in the physical world, that's for sure. But what about another dimension or some other realm that we can't imagine? How could we ever know? Dawkins says that discovering god or the absence of a god is something that may be a scientific possibility someday, thus he says the question of whether god exists and comes "crashing" through to our world is most definitely a scientific problem. I agree with him that if a god, indeed, comes "crashing" into our world to manipulate events or thoughts, it may be a scientific pursuit. But what if a deity exists but has no intention of "crashing" into the physical world ... what then? Maybe you have some thoughts.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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