Husker_x
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You know something, as I was reading this I was amazed. This was almost to the letter the exact kind of thing I always said as a Christian talking with atheists!Acceptable to whom? To a philosopher, or a scientist? To a person making a living writing articles debunking religion? Maybe this question is important to those people, but to the common person who lives and dies within a 100-mile radius of the point of their birth, which is the vast majority of the masses, this question is irrelevant. Religion or no religion, they're going to largely live the same meaningless life. Their individual life is so irrelevant that 20 years after their death only a handful of people recall their name, and 100 years after their death they become a name on a family tree and a couple of sentences. "Allen drove a milk truck for 24 years and earned safe driving badges each year. He was survived by Norma, Sharon and Janice, and preceded in death by his son Steven." What matter to that person if there were no religion, short of having a little more time on Sunday morning? How would it change the impact of his life?I have to steal another Harris line for the first bolded point. He asks what I think is the most damaging question regarding that position. His Socratic answer would be, Where else in our discourse as human beings is that sort of thing acceptable? Is false hope really hope, and is it better than the consolations of philosophy, or stoicism? I can't make up anyone's mind for them on that. People are free to engage in whatever wishful thinking they want, but history has a funny way of constantly reminding us that so few have taken nothing but solace from their faith––and so many aren't happy unless everyone else believes like they do. A few more have to exclude others not like themselves to be happy. And still a few more have to torture and murder in its name to be happy. I want to believe that Kate Beckinsale is going out on a date with me tomorrow night. That in and of itself isn't crazy. But if I told you that I knew she was going to go on a date with me tomorrow night, that we were destined to be soul mates, and that I wouldn't want to live in a world where that wasn't the case, what would your response be to me?
On the nihilism of a godless universe, I can understand it. I can even sympathize with it. The trouble with it is I see no difference if God exists or not. Christians tell me God's going to blow this place up someday soon anyway. What's the point of living to eternally praise the eternal creator? What's the point of God? What does he want, and why? What's he good for? Two can play at this game. Is the universe an accident? Jury's still out. Is it going to inevitably end? Don't know. Even if it is, at least for the time being I enjoy this life. Sometimes quite a lot. As comforting as the answers (so called) religion offers may be, for my part I'm more interested in finding out what's true, and failing that, being honest. And sometimes honesty demands that we admit it when we just don't know.
As a species our very existence is almost entirely irrelevant. Unless we have time to discover some pretty aggressive technologies and move beyond our planet, we're going to live and die as a species having done little more than dig into our planet a bit. In a million years, celestially speaking half an eyeblink, the vast majority of our impact on this planet will be gone. Our most lasting impact could be as a fossil fuel for the next species to attain dominance. The impermanence of this existence makes the very nature of the question "Where else is that acceptable" irrelevant.
As for you and Ms. Beckinsale (single again, I believe?), while I highly doubt the existence of your date tomorrow night, if it comforts you to think it's going to happen, what harm does it do me that you harbor such a belief? When tomorrow night comes and goes with no date, you'll be forced to address your belief and re-evaluate it, and perhaps you'll rationalize that she had to wash that beautiful, beautiful hair of hers, and she'll be dropping by tonight instead. Again, doesn't much matter to me. I'm not interested in dating her, and even if she showed up at my door for that date, I'm already married and unable to go. It's all the same to me no matter what happens.
Regarding the second bolded sentence, isn't that what "it' is all about? You doing what makes you happy, me doing what makes me happy, Kate Beckinsale doing what makes her happy? Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die, indeed. What is god good for? He clearly provides comfort to millions upon millions. He's as good as a security blanket, an aspirin, or a Kate Beckinsale fascination. He's also as dangerous as an aspirin, or a Kate Beckinsale fascination, used improperly.
So let's say you find out what's true. Let's say you're utterly honest and it somehow gets you the answers that have eluded philosophers and pundits throughout history. Do you envision some great awakening by man? How will the lot of the common man be any different than it is today? And how will it be better?
1. How does pretending you're immortal (with no better data on the subject, I'm forced to assume that's the best I could do if I decided to believe it) make life meaningful? How does God make life meaningful? Even if you answer me that humanity exists to serve God, and can only find contentment in a relationship with the eternal presence of him, I think it's pretty clear we've only removed the problem a step. What is God's purpose? What is God's meaning? Not in the context of what we might need him or the idea of him for. What's the point of him? Does he make one himself? I have a feeling if you can answer for him you can answer for us as well.
2. If people walking up to you on the street, spouting some fantastic thing, and then telling you they wouldn't want to live in a world where it wasn't true doesn't affect you, or you think it doesn't affect anyone else in daily conversation, I think you and Dexter should play a round of golf sometime. Take any example you want––an elected official says he has faith in Santa and has given the police access to a secret Naughty List; a noteworthy scientist says he has absolute faith in invisible aliens from the fifth dimension are directing his nuclear research. Do these things somehow change the course of human destiny and the universe? Maybe not, but they sure have the ability to f#*k up my sh#t in the dreary present. Like say, a president believing God told him to invade Iraq, or that Israel belongs to the Jews because of a covenant they made with the almighty. It does us absolutely no good in this conversation or in the course of our lifespans to pretend that religion is simply Linus's blanket. You may have reduced it to that for yourself, but that is most definitely NOT the experience of most religious people.
By the way, if Hell factors into your religious views, how is it that you manage to find comfort? How could you possibly lay down at night and not be consumed by an aching fear and dread for all those millions and billions that have gone and are going there? In a word this is why I see no reason to think that Christianity specifically can provide true comfort––at least for anyone not a sociopath––and even with the undefined pleasures of heaven runs a distant second to the void when you factor in everything.
To the bold: I can't envision much of what our species might find. Five hundred years ago if you would have told someone man would fly you would have been thought very insane. Now there are theories that perhaps mankind will invent an artificial reality that will, using DNA samples, create an eternal world for everyone who has ever lived. Crazy, huh? As I said before, the universe is strange and getting stranger by the day. We're only a half-century or so into our genetics. We're only an inch on a near-infinite ruler in our space discoveries. I can't even begin to speculate on what man's lot will be a million years from now.
But even if your average man is driving a milk truck somewhere in Alpha Centauri and dying within a hundred miles of where he was born on some strange terraformed world, I wouldn't use the world meaningless to describe him. If falling in love, having a family, enjoying art, exploring science, facing philosophy, working, sweating, bleeding, crying, dancing, talking, arguing, debating, football, leisure, entertainment, film, literature, poetry, theater, nature, beer, and friendship are all meaningless, then I'll simply say that I prefer the meaningless a hell of a lot more than sucking my thumb, clutching my blanket, and pretending it's any different.
And single? Pfft. Don't insult me. I just told you Kate's coming over tonight. We're going out on the town. You have to have faith!