I've some ideas lately that have taken me deeper into the rational world. Before I go on I'd like to acknowledge that 5 years ago today I was diagnosed with Bipolar type 2. It's been a wild 5 years, it's only been within the last 2 years that I've had a working treatment that has kept me stable. It is the use of the scientific method that has allowed people like me to be treated for biochemical mood disorders with pharmaceuticals. In the past a guy like me would have had little chance to live a sane life.
Something has settled into my mind this week, I must have heard it before but I don't know where or from who, maybe parts from Penn Jillette but here it goes a short rant.
In my time with the cult it was made clear that god was the father. O.K. fine but in life it's a matter of healthy relationships to leave home and start a life of ones own.
Some young folks have imaginary friends, I don't know how common it is I didn't have imaginary friends growing up, but at some point it's considered healthy to grow out of the imaginary friend. I'm no expert but I think by the time a child is able to read and understand the difference between fact and fiction the imaginary friend should be retired.
So this brings me to my Atheism.
It's not that I don't believe in God as if there *is* a God and I just don't believe in it. It's much stronger then that, I believe that God does not exist.
It's like saying I don't believe in Santa Clause. That's easy. What's harder to say is, I believe in the non-existence of Santa Clause.
Now do I believe in the existence of the Idea of God? Yes, you betcha. The Idea of God exists, that doesn't make it a literal fact, any more then thinking the existence of the Idea of Santa Clause is equal to the actual existence of Santa Clause.
If i went around talking out loud to my childhood imaginary friend and telling people he/she was my superpower alter-ego that protects me from danger and grants me wishes and tells me special information about people, places and things, my real friends might send me for a psych evaluation at the local mental hospital. Then if I told people in the nut house that not only is my friend my Father, but that he died for me only to be raised again (by his self) and now he likes playing extreme life makeover with people. The Mental hospital would never let me out.
So why is this kind of talk OK? Why is is alright to wish for things from a celestial Father figure? Basically a super santa clause with healing resurrection powers?
I don't get it, I mean I get it and I've got it and I have had it, but seriously is life that bad that we need stories to make up? Is there that little to learn, and do that we need puppet shows, soap operas and church to while away the hours until jesus comes back and takes us to the great theme park in the sky? Why do people require solace seeking? Why are people so willing to be rendered powerless?