A man recently told me that what he dislikes about religion is all the absolutes. “There are no absolutes; that’s just a fact.”
I try to tamp down the baffled look on my face. But I wonder what would happen if he ever listened to the sound it makes when his lung-air strums his vocal chords. One atheist described laughter as diaphragm spasms. Apparently, our brain sparks occasionally produce an arch, resulting in what some might describe as “rational thought,” though the ration is illusory and ultimately meaningless. If you know what I mean.
Welcome to the hollow world of atheist thought. Not that I question an atheist’s ability to be rational. They manage quite well in certain areas. I have even had conversations with atheists which they insisted were meaningful and coherent. I don’t dispute it. I just want to know how they explain it.
Because if, as the atheist claims, all the world is a product of impersonal forces – the collision of matter and energy – or perhaps, lightning striking mud, then what we really have going on is this gigantic chemical reaction which members of the press somberly describe as “breaking news.” Sometimes the chemicals fizz; sometimes they pop; sometimes they experience diaphragm spasms; sometimes they debate. But the chemical activity from one beaker to the next really doesn’t matter because it isn’t really anything anyway. Some brains spark rationally, and some quite irrationally, and that is what chemicals do given certain temperatures and atmospheric pressures.Continue reading “Why It Stinks to Be an Atheist”