On a completely rediculous note, Dallas got groomed

PUPPEH!!!!!

Also, folks, I was serious that I'm not topic-flouncing as much as reining myself in. But I am reading along and mulling everything over, and grateful for the conversation.

I always feel, as a sort of theist/agnostic/whatever, that I wished i believed in prayer and religion. It seems comforting and helpful, but I would feel like a big old hypocrite if I tried to belong to a church. In fact, I sort of always wanted to be a nun, because I think I would like study and ministering to the poor and sick, and a life that is regulated and calm but where you could fight for things for others. And I do believe that Jesus's teachings, whether he really thought them up or not, are something to aspire to-- "If a man asks for your shirt, give him him your coat as well."-- that is a good thing.

I'm with Sophia. Well, except for wanting to be a nun.

Tep, I hope you know that even if this is a touchy issue, I really respect your opinions.

Sometimes I wish I believed. Howling void and all. But I have to admit I don'tm

I love that this is a place where I can talk about it.

I saw a documentary a while back with a scene in which this one guy, an atheist, talked about the morning his son was born, and how he drove towards Jerusalem soon after and the sun was rising and it was all so beautiful and in that moment he found it tempting to give thanks to Someone for it all, but that would have been inconsistent with his beliefs. I'm not explaining it well - it's a really moving scene that has given me a lot of admiration for committed atheists. It's so much easier for me to be agnostic. But I am really comfortable with not knowing and ambiguity, so that is where I naturally end up. It is obviously not for everybody, or even most people.

I had a point, but I think I lost it.

It's so much easier for me to be agnostic. But I am really comfortable with not knowing and ambiguity, so that is where I naturally end up. It is obviously not for everybody, or even most people.

That's the reason I've always admired agnostics, actually.

Everyone else has such firm opinions. Agnostics are able to stare into the infinite and boldly declare, "Beats me."

Seriously.

I think I have lost the point too, but the closest thing I have ever read to what I feel in my heart sometimes is this quote from Virginia Woolfs Moments of being.

It is a constant idea of mine; that behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we — I mean all human beings — are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

Somehow this makes me feel the world is whole and beautiful, and that there is a god-- there was a Shakespeare and there was a Beethoven, but the we-ness-- that is God.

That's lovely.

Sometimes I wish I believed.

I don't. I thought I was a believer for a long time. Once I realized I wasn't, my worldview became internally consistent, and I prefer it that way. I was never happy having to handwave my own brain.

(But hey, as an interesting historical aside, did we all know that the Roman government in the early years of Christianity considered Christians to be atheists? True story! All we've done in modern times is lower the threshhold for # of gods needed to qualify for believer status.)