13 May 2014
0706 hrs
Good Day, Patient Reader
Welcome to
another installment of, “As the Cunning Fennec Fox’s World Turns.”
So what’s
new in the world these days? What is new
or different or has changed since yesterday when I posted last? Well, I suppose not a whole lot when factored
into the Great Scheme of Things that the IS has in store for us. I still feel the pull of gravity when it
comes to new relationships, and of course I mean Gravity in every sense of the
word.
The
relationship is new, but the fear and trepidation;
the guardedness of the whole
thing well, these are the Constant Companions, are they not? So far, nothing has happened that should not,
and I have been a perfect gentleman. I
get the vibes that some move must be made on my part, but you know me, Patient
Reader . . . I am the Dense Neutron
Star.
I’m hoping the roommate of the
subject about whom I write will let me know what’s what, but you already know
that she is Deception. In a good way, I
suppose.
You see, she means well, and I am
of the opinion that it is Intention, not the resulting Consequences necessarily
that make or break morality. Remember,
there is no Evil or Good; only Behaviour.
But there will come a time, won’t
there, when Things Go Awry. Now, before
you tell me that this is the Self-Fulfilling Prophecy of a jaded, broken-hearted
romantic, keep in mind that I am the perfect man until I am not.
I’m the guy that gives the room,
the space that all women claim they want, until they do not. I am the guy who takes it as slowly as the
woman wants, until she changes her mind and starts throwing the L-Word about
like so many petals or brass tacks; the foot succumbs to both, does it not?
I’m the guy with whom all
disagreements are simply insightful hypothesis; all alternate points of view
are laughed and/or shrugged away, whatever the case may be. Until they are not.
Religious discussion, though
sometimes quite animated, are still ideas that we bounce off of one another;
deep conversations of the discussions of, for example, the twenty-plus Messiahs
that came before the Anointed One that a billion of us follow. Two billion, if you count those who believe
that The Dude has not yet come, but still believe that The Dude exists . .
. Remember; The Dude abides.
There are these deep and lucid
discussions, these not-so-dry academic bantering that all of us know will
never convert the others. We’ve all had
these discussions that end with the phrase: “We’ll just have to agree to
disagree,” usually uttered by those that cannot keep up.
It’s a
great way of saying, “Well, I don’t have an argument for that superior
observation, nor do I have an answer to your profound questions . . .” Right,
Patient Reader? You know.
For
instance, bible-god is this supposed Omniscient, Omnipotent Being, right? He sees into the hearts of all men; knows
what they are planning and thinking and feeling . . . Right?
So say we
are all Upstairs in the Heavens, our spirits being created from who-knows-what,
and this Omniscient Being says, “Hmm.
Here is someone who will deny me his entire life. No matter what crazy xian I put in front of
him, he will always be a secular empiricist; always believe in Evolution as
fact (which it is); always needing PROOF” (which I do).
Patient Reader, show me a peer-reviewed paper
that demonstrates that a repeated experiment consistently ends with the same results,
I will accept the hypothesis as true.
This is how theories abound. Scientific theories, I mean- not the
theories that resemble opinions, like Conspiracy Theories. More on that in a bit. Let’s go back to the poor soul who will never
believe.
First of
all, this means god creates atheists before they are placed in the gamete or
the zygote or the embryo or the fetus or whatever the hell. He knows that there is no chance there will
be a conversion, especially not the kind that affected Saul on his way to
Damascus. We know this because god is
all-knowing, right?
So here he
is, sad as fuck (because we all know that god wants to rescue us from sin and
he is deeply saddened when we turn away from him) yet he still, wiping away his
tears periodically, forms us and allows us to be born.
Then somehow he is surprised that what he
knew would transpire actually did; that this person he himself created would
never accept him into his heart, and that person is therefore punished for all
eternity. Weird, right?
So tell me, wherein does all this talk of
Free Will fit? Isn’t the fact that that
he knows the End Game from the Get Go proof there is no free will? For anyone? Either he is omniscient or he is not. If he was powerless to stop the way he
created the atheist in question, then he is not omnipotent. If all things go through him or through and
with his permission, then he is not all good, because the world is indeed a
pretty shitty place.
OK, I know
the argument: this world is of the Devil, and it’s that evil cat who tempts us into doing the Evils that Men Do. Allow me to retort, my xian friends,
using words from your very own book:
Shall a trumpet be blown in the
city, and the people not be afraid?
Shall there be evil in a city, and the LORD hath not done it?
Amos 3:6
Remember, it is god himself asking
those rhetorical questions. Not just
god, LORD in all upper case letters means that it is the Tetragrammaton,
YHWH. god by name: Yahweh.
In the bible, Lord (primary letter
upper case), meant simply that: Lord. It
comes from the Hebrew word Adon that
means Lord or My Lord.
God was used interchangeably with Elohim, which literally means gods. Plural. So, in the beginning, gods created the
heavens and the earth. Hmm.
So science, the subject that has taught us more about the
universe in the last five hundred years than religion has revealed in ten
thousand. Science. My one hope for Humanity.
It was not until recently we even
observed atoms, yet we knew that they were there for thousands of years. We’ve never seen them split in fission, or
merge in fusion, but we can ask thousands of Japanese if splitting an atom to
release energy is feasible. We know that
atomic theory works, right? About 2% of
2 kilograms of uranium undergoing fission releases enough energy to vaporize
cities.
So come on,
Theists; get your shit together.
We’ve never
observed the solar system from above the polar planes of our Great Yellow Sun,
but we understand that the worlds revolve around it, do we not? This is the Copernican Theory of
Heliocentrism.
We understand that we are held to
the surface of our Terrible and beautiful Earth via gravity, yet no one has
observed gravitons. We saw the
Low-Gravity experiment recently where tiny grains of salt suspended in water
and subjected to microgravity tended to clump together.
Imagine that on the scale of grand proportions,
with chunks of primordial rocks succumbing to that same force in the form of an
accretion disc. Whole worlds would be
gathered together under it. And the more
matter the merrier. The greater the
mass, the direct proportional increase in gravity, no? It has even been described mathematically;
you know, the language that does not lie?
F=GM1m2/r2;
also, g
= GM/r2
Does this theory not
support the facts at hand? Gravitational
Theory holds our feet to the fire, eh?
The Scientific
Method allows us to hypothesize, then implement a series of experiments to
attempt to prove the hypothesis. This is
the “If” and “Then” part of human nature, only put to the test. The set of facts that best describes or
explains or supports the evidence of the phenomenon being measured is then the
best explanation of what’s going on in the universe.
For
instance: “If” the pronghorn of North America evolved to
the point is can reach such speeds in both sprinting and long-distance running
(In a sprint, Antilocapra americana can
reach speeds in excess of 80 or 90 km/hr–keeping pace with a slow cheetah–and
over distance can sustain speeds of about 60-65 km/hr- courtesy Encyclopedia
Britannica Blog), “Then” there must have been a now-extinct predator that used
to hunt it . . .
Which
brings us back (sorry for the tangent, Patient Reader) to the Theory of
Evolution. Remember all you Sheeple:
Darwin is not our god. He wrote down an
idea that had been pondered long before he came along, upon which was built the
bricks and mortar of evidence as the technological advancements provided and
continue to provide, into the sturdy edifice of facts it is now. Why do we have gills and tails in utero?
Check out these links; they’ll take
you to unimpeachable sources that are well-respected for their advancements in
knowledge.
Again, I
digress. Sorry ’bout that.
So the
reason I bring all of this up is the fact that these are the intellectual, as
opposed to emotional, factors that eventually come into play. Which
are those? You may be asking. The
short answer is that of religion. This
particular one is Roman Catholic (I know you haters out there don’t think of
Catholics as christians but please Christ Jebus don’t get me going on that tangent!) and being a believer, she
will probably not like it when she decides that I am Satan.
A side
note: I dated a woman back in my early
twenties who actually thought that I was Satan
in the flesh.
She did not proclaim this
out of anger or fear or awe, and she was not afraid of me in the slightest, not
that I gave her any reason in the first place.
She just said it matter-of-factly, and even stayed with me until she
didn’t.
I simply
can’t find a single woman, well-educated with a great sense of humor (remember,
all you need to do for the relationship to succeed is laugh at my jokes!) who
is a secular humanist, or an atheist, or the like. Even the ones who never go to church
Wow
. . . all of this to come back around to my trepidation of relationships. I suppose I can sum-up by saying that there
always runs the risk of pain. When a
woman believes in the vague and nebulous Love,
then there can only be disappointment.
Remember, “Love has as many definitions as there are people to define
it.” If Love has infinite definitions,
then it has no definition. If something
has no definition, it simply is not. It
doesn’t even cease to be; it never was in the first place. Therefore, Patient
Reader, as Love has no definition, Love does not exist.
So
there you have it. Am I truly the only
human being who believes this way? Is this
idea unique to me? Have I really come up
with a concept that no one else knows or believes to be true? I call bullshit. There has to be a woman out there who wants
to be cared about and cheered and met halfway and held and made to laugh and
whose dreams are supported and everything that comes with a loving, caring
relationship- that doesn’t need to hear three hollow words. I don’t need to hear them. Am I the only one out there?
Ok,
so Patient Reader, I leave you to the rest of your day. May your own Dudes, whatever they may be,
Abide.
Shall
I bid you fond farewell, however temporary?
Splendid!
Always I remain your,
Cunning Fennec Fox
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