How does a Chilean apple tree differ from one standing in Washington?
Am I bad at communicating or is everyone else hard of hearing?
To be young, gifted, destitute, and belligerent - that's the ultimate dream.
Soon we will all be priced out of the life market and forced to peddle death.
My, what inspiration Christians can derive from nothing! It brings a tear to my eye.
An atheistic argument for the existence of God - sure, She exists. She is Mother Goose. She's the tooth fairy. She's the well-stacked multi-breasted goddess of war or peace or sex or something. She's an inaudible whisper traveling along a favonian stream. She's a hurricane - blindingly destructive. She's a tornado and She wants your ruby shoes. She makes the ground move beneath your feet. She's as real as you wish her to be.
The question is: why do so many wish their deity to be some bedraggled chump with roman columns for legs, dressed in a dirty toga, and has a bloody cross for a face? Exist? Sure. But there's no material, no flowing beard or sandals or manly sarong - shit, surely it could be Socrates if I squinted the right way. If deities are dreamed up for amusement, why the fuck would your God resemble an ancient Greek pedophile? But alas, of course existence, in the flat purely material single dimension, eludes deities - beauty too.
Man dreams up perfect forms to fuel necessary neuroses and anxieties. How would he bemuse himself without neurosis? What meaning would there be for an existence less ordinary? A giant predatory Socrates plodding around on Roman column legs, smiting the unbelieving?
But let's face it, God is a neurotic - Socrates be damned. She is everywhere, but constantly craves attention. She's the barstar who attracts all sorts of "unwanted" attention and goes home alone. She exists in your mind - but, poof, gone like that. She's spectral. She's everywhere, but nowhere to be found. There she is, your God, hiking up Her skirt, begging for a hagiographic gaze.
