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A Few of My Thoughts on Atheism and ScienceFor me, personally, I have always loved nature.
I have found it captivating and breathtaking my entire life.
But once I came to the conclusion that my ideals were best suited to an atheist viewpoint nature became so much more incredible.
The massive trees, the outrageous insects, the fantastic beasts, and the thundering waterfalls; they weren’t the will of a divine being or a magical force unseen.
They just were.
Because science. Fuck you, that’s why.
And how cool is that?
How cool is it that we don’t NEED almighty intervention or a powerful deity to get all of this?
All of these colors and emotions and all of the cosmos and every blade of grass in the ground and hair on your head is just because it is.
Because that’s just the way it evolved to be.
It is so incredibly logical and seemingly random and entrancingly gorgeous.
No one put the stars in the sky, no one painted the butterfly’s wings.
Nothing told the rain the fall, or taught the fish
The writer in godAmong artists I believe there are a few things that unite them all. Art itself is complex thing and the making of it consists mostly of struggling to go beyond your own capabilities and postponing the wish to hang yourself. Artists make the most beautiful things; one might paint a work of art more beautiful than the reality, or sculpt something so extraordinary that you wish it were just a little bit more alive. Now some might want to argue, but written word is no different. We writers can sketch situations just as well as any painter. It is just through different means.
So I want to sketch a scene here for you. I will start with some silly lines and vague impressions.
Let’s say there was once a powerful being, an omnipotent creature, so imaginative and so creative that he had the universe at his fingertips. And If I must believe that which is written down in the bible explains that god created the world and mankind in seven days. Then we are a form of art are we not? We come for
We are not as smart as we think"The truth is we’re are not as smart as we think we are because we’re making the same damn mistakes. Now people are uncertain; and that’s okay; because when people don’t know where to go they ask directions and when there’s no one to ask they follow their own instincts; they make their own maps. And that’s the best we can do right now.”
The Magian store. ProloguePrologue. Hidden piece of the story of creation
Having read a few years ago, "Alice in Wonderland", I was suddenly filled again the emotions that I felt through this wonderful adult "children" story.
The other day I thought, despite the age and condition of the person, he likes toys. Yes, you may think it's stupid and too naive. But, in my opinion, the child lives in the soul of each person. Yes, some people claim that their soul very firmly settled adult and experienced people. Again error. In my heart there is no adult, there is only a child, but a little grown-up.
He sits in a comfortable recliner with a cup of cocoa in hand; old warm blanket carefully covers the shoulders of the child, warming them; dry wood crackling in the fireplace; dancing shadows on the floor of the quiet flames decorate big soft carpet; and only lie on the floor of the old toy.
Well, perhaps, you have presented me with the image of the child matured. But I want to note that each person lives his kid at
Blindly Accepted FaithThey strive to learn more of their believe. Trying to convince themselves of its teachings even if evidence is little. But I cannot judge them. I cannot argue. For I know as little as them. But my mind is not convinced. I require more than just spoken words from the mouth of a blind follower. Yet as I watch, so do I hear. I hear as they speak words of paradise, love and hope. Maybe that is the reason for their blindness. For them it is their guiding light. And without it,they are lost. Oh how fragile the human mind is.
Monday 4/14/14 Goodbyes 4/14/14
I've been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately. I'm about to graduate from high school and in my choir we have a tradition of doing this thing called a "senior roast", where we basically give our final messages to our fellow seniors. I haven't decided what I'm going to say yet -probably a bunch of mushy stuff- and I hope people say nice things about me.
I realized today, however, that goodbyes are never pleasant. I don't mean, "Goodbye, see you tomorrow." I mean,"Goodbye, have a nice life. I'm probably never going to see you again. Those goodbyes just plain suck, especially if you love the person. Today I learned that a very dear friend of mine might be moving far away. I am still hoping that they will not have to move, otherwise I will be very heartbroken.
Another thing that I will be saying goodbye to very soon is my childhood. I am turning eighteen in August and I am not afraid to admit that I am scared. I am not the person I pictured I would be c
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