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Edited on Fri Jul-23-10 10:12 PM by vixengrl
I'm an atheist. I don't believe in a god. I think "god" is a weird concept that is pretty much conceived as an ancient catch-all for questions that way exceeded the bandwidth of the primitive attention-span.
(Unnecessary but colorful digression on my imagining of early religions and how we humans came up with this God-thing:
Young Person: Tribal shaman, do you know how we came to be on this land?
Tribal Elder: Um, well, the God put us here.
Young Person: But who is God?
Tribal Elder: Well, He's the guy who put us here? You know? It's his God-thing.
Young Person: But why did he put us here?
Tribal Elder: Because, erm....He made this place just for us to be in, because He likes us very much and thought we should be here.
Young Person: But why does he like us, I mean, are we different from other people? I don't know if our place is necessarily the best....
Tribal Elder: Nonsense! We live in the awesomest of all possible places because we rule, and our God likes us a lot because we have totally figured out the rituals that appease Him. The other people you know don't do all the rituals the right way like we do.
Young Person: But they don't really seem to have it worse than us. They do all the same stuff--they hunt, they fish, they make fires in a pit, and they get sick and die, and we get sick and die--but they don't even worship the same God we do.
Tribal Elder: Well...yeah but, they probably get....damned! That's it. Since they don't have have our God, they probably--no, definitely, don't go to any kind of reward when they die, like we....do? See what I'm saying?
Young Person: After we die--like, something better happens to us than smelling really bad and falling apart and having bugs crawl in all our inside-y-bits?
Tribal Elder: Exactly. All the food you can eat, beautiful girls, and there are houses and roads made of shiny stuff that is really pretty, and nothing ever smells really bad, and wild animals don't ever eat you.
Young person: That totes rules. Yay, God! But wait--are you sure that isn't true for those other folks? I mean, they sometimes hunt in our part of the woods, and they had totally made off with a couple of our women. So, is God okay with that? If we have a neat life after we die--what happens to them? Tribal Elder: No, um, well, let's see...he roasts them until they pop like chestnuts, and then he makes them whole, and roasts them until they pop again. He's quite p-o'd at them, I'll tell you!
Young person: Wicked awesome.)
So, if the above is not anything you think really plausible and sounds more like what people pulled out of their rears to explain stuff when they couldn't answer deep questions because they were busy mastering the essentials like how to make fire, melt copper and other metals, flake stone into useful shapes, hunt & skin animals, and dodge various natural disasters whilst having no idea whatsoever about medicine, and mostly hit'n'missing it about agriculture, you could very well be an atheist.
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