on my drive up to fort mac a couple of weeks back, i listened to cbc's brilliant tapestry show. the guest that particular sunday was sam harris, an author and philosopher who spoke out eloquently against religion. he made one statement that has been haunting me ever since - the more i think about it the more true it seems, and the scarier fundamentalism's firm grasp on our planet looks:
a deep seated belief in the tooth fairy or in the god zeus puts one firmly in the mental category; a belief in god/jesus/allah/yahweh, for whose existence we have the exact same amount of proof (i.e. none) is deemed perfectly reasonable simply because of a strong cultural bias.
before you start yelling at me, think about it. no, really. think about it.
all this is strangely liberating. i feel like i have been given permission to let go of god. because really, all god ever was for me was what i had made him, or what those around me made him, and isn't that kinda insulting to the whole concept of god?
in my youth i went through several years of serious christianity. i moved away from that path in an experimental fashion: i had heard so much about how non-christians are deeply unhappy, how there is an emptiness to a godless life that i, deeply unhappy at the time despite my close friendship with the big J, decided to test this out myself. that was a good decade and a half ago, and i am still here living la vida agnostica, doing just fine, thank you.
serious post? sure, but it's a saturday night, i am stuck here in the oil-slick northern wasteland, and what better time to question the very existence of god?
p.s. i think i am done with the harry potter posts, but i'd be VERY happy to discuss the book with you whenever we next shall meet.