My friend explains (probably as one does to a child) that there is no proof and no way to scientifically prove the existence of God. Ergo, no God.
Now me, being slightly more pragmatic in my thinking (and not wanting to unduly upset anything I can't see and that CAN put my name on a meteor) says, now wait a minute. How can you say there is no God? Ra has been sitting in the sky since ... well, since forever. Ra being the ostentatious God he is, makes his presence quite obvious I say. You say you don't believe. Yet after some time under his beneficence you go in search of a glass of water. What's the deal?
It's like those philosophers you talk about who say nothing is real, then go off to get their paycheck.
Of course this goes on 'til I shut up and my friend concludes the superior intellect won. Too bad my friend doesn't remember Troy.
I'll be back ....
(like any fable, this story is full of metaphors and innuendos, the names have been changed to protect the guilty)
Personally, I think my friend is a closet tree worshipper and just afraid to admit it.
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