Showing posts with label agnosticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label agnosticism. Show all posts
I gained a follower, And went to their web site by following a link to one of their posts: "Can we draw the image of God?."
I enjoyed reading the post. The writer is earnest in their belief, and their use of English is so endearingly awkward that it achieves the cadence of poetry. I'm not being sarcastic -- it's like taking a soothing bath in someone's belief.
I am neither a theist nor a deist. I am strongly negative where organized religion is concerned, and for the rest, I'm agnostic; I do not believe or disbelieve in the existence of god(s). The question is irrelevant to me the way the old Coke/Pepsi Challenge was to a root beer drinker.
When I was young enough that being a smart-ass could still be "cute," It actually occurred to me that the question was not, "Did I believe in god?" but rather, "Did god believe in me?" And I thought my existence rather answered that question.
Thinking about it as I left a thank-you comment on my new follower's site, spurred me to Google my glib adolescent theory -- I expect I'll find any number of past thinkers have tilled that ground, but nothing yet.
In the meantime, I will leave any interested readers in the more-than-capable hands of the late British author Douglas Adams, and his Babel Fish Argument for the Non-Existence of God.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=fmpP73-SHPQ&feature=fvwp
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the Word, the Truth, and the Light.
I enjoyed reading the post. The writer is earnest in their belief, and their use of English is so endearingly awkward that it achieves the cadence of poetry. I'm not being sarcastic -- it's like taking a soothing bath in someone's belief.
I am neither a theist nor a deist. I am strongly negative where organized religion is concerned, and for the rest, I'm agnostic; I do not believe or disbelieve in the existence of god(s). The question is irrelevant to me the way the old Coke/Pepsi Challenge was to a root beer drinker.
When I was young enough that being a smart-ass could still be "cute," It actually occurred to me that the question was not, "Did I believe in god?" but rather, "Did god believe in me?" And I thought my existence rather answered that question.
Thinking about it as I left a thank-you comment on my new follower's site, spurred me to Google my glib adolescent theory -- I expect I'll find any number of past thinkers have tilled that ground, but nothing yet.
In the meantime, I will leave any interested readers in the more-than-capable hands of the late British author Douglas Adams, and his Babel Fish Argument for the Non-Existence of God.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=fmpP73-SHPQ&feature=fvwp
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the Word, the Truth, and the Light.
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