why beleive

Why do so many people believe in God if there isn’t one?

Because people who get to be powerful enough to run the religion ensure that not being in the religion means death or social exile.

This is why any group that a religion doesn’t like is characterized as immoral, criminal, stupid and willful children.

People are herd animals, so we follow the leader for the most part.

Plus, accepting a claim because many other people do or it’s traditional, is a fallacy of false authority – either by the masses or so called “ancient wisdom”

Just because a belief is long held, doesn’t make it true. You can in fact, eat and go swimming.

I would rather believe as not to believe.

I’d rather eat chocolate than not, but you can’t spend your life eating chocolate and you shouldn’t put at the center of your life a collection of stories that bear no resemblance to reality. Instead, put that effort into giving yourself value and meaning in your actual cultural context.

We left stone age and bronze age technology and cultures behind, so should these lingering ideas that are religion.

I agree that there is a lot of unanswered questions, but there has to be a higher power.

We don’t know the answer, so it’s left blank.

We do not need to insert evil skydaddies who cause so much pain and suffering by their retarding scientific and social progress as well as messing people up around sex and other natural behaviours.

The cost of believing is too high to be decided on a shallow comfort level and personal preference

The false comfort of thinking someone’s awake at the switch is not as comforting as understanding there’s not only no one at the switch, but there’s not even a switch.

Life is what we make it – as a group and individually. That’s not a bad thing.

Just because we don’t have the answer, doesn’t mean that there “has to” be any higher power or even an answer.

To call that higher power God is acceptable.

That is a slippery slope fallacy – because the believers are not finding a middle ground by insisting on a higher power that we’ve happened to name god.

The answer, if there is even one,  is blank.  Not higher power for the sake of conversation, we’ll call god.

There’s also no reason to assume that any “higher power” exists, is aware of us and really, if there is a higher power – then the obsession with worship and what people do with their genitals make it a rather egotistic and immature power – and that seems rather below humans – not above us.

I would become depressed if I had to believe
in no God.

Take control and responsibility for your own life, how you are, what you do and what kind of person you are.

If you don’t think you can do that without an invisible friend watching over, think about swimming. At some point the water wings have to come off and you have to be responsible for your own buoyancy in the water.

I expect that if people really sat down and thought about how the “holy” text describe the various gods – they are all pretty violent, petty, egotistical, judgemental, blood thrity and impossible to please. If you were raised by a parent like that, you’d run away at best or kill them in their sleep at worst.

Why worship a god who would be a rally crappy person?

I find it depressing that there’s an idea of a god, but all the characteristics are so terrible. Is that really the best we can do to make up a god?

Take a day and try to pretend that there’s no god. The world didn’t change, the sky didn’t fall. Keep trying it, a little longer each day.

Accepting things as they are, rather than how you would like them to be, is a lot less stressful and that makes for a happier life.

Trying to please someone who can’t be pleased, always finding yourself lacking and not good enough – there’s already too many people in each of our lives telling us we can’t do things or aren’t good enough – why be one of that chorus – and worse, give it authority by adding god to the naysayer roster.

Athiest in the Electric Chair

I had an idea for a short script – I tend to have words, ideas bounce in my head all the time and every now and then, they collide and I have a private showing of a short or feature movie flash through my mind. Since I am a sharing kind of gal (this is the first and only draft):


Two guards escort an atheist along Dead Man Walking corridor towards the execution chamber

Guard one: You sure you don’t want to talk to the priest?

Prisoner: I’m an atheist.

Guard One: Even now?

Prisoner: Even now.

The trio reach the door. Guard two opens it and they enter the execution chamber.


The room is spare – the electric chair is the centerpiece. The two guards settle the prisoner into the chair, strap him in, places the wet sponge on his head and then lowers the metal cap into place.

Guard Two moves to the phone, waiting for the governor’s call.

Guard One: You really aren’t going to confess?

Prisoner: I plead guilty, what’s left?

Guard One: I didn’t mean that kind, I meant, you know, to God.

Prisoner: Atheist, I don’t accept claims for any deities, there’s no proof.

Guard One: Atheism is a religious belief you know, you are believing in evolution and science without proof. You’re taking it on faith that there’s no god.

Prisoner: There’s a lot of evidence…Okay, if it makes you feel better, fine. Atheism is my religion. Atheists are individuals, not group think herd animals. So my religion is determined by me.

Guard One: See, that why atheists are arrogant, you think you know better than God. Like you are some kind of god.

Prisoner: It’s not arrogant to think that there’s a powerful entity out there who can create the universe but still have time to worry about what people do with their genitals?

Guard One: Don’t dump on God.

Prisoner: Okay, my atheist religion requires that I have to eat more chocolate pudding.

The two guards exchange a look.

Prisoner: It’s a religious commandment, you have to eat chocolate pudding at 8 am every morning.

The two guard fidget, then guard one leaves the room.


Guard one finishes spoon feeding the prisoner chocolate pudding.

Prisoner: Good pudding, but this also requires a cleansing ritual.

Guard One: what kind of ritual?

Prisoner: Nothing too onerous, you need to remove my shoes and socks and give me a foot massage while I sing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Guard One: Seriously?

Prisoner: Just as serious as chocolate pudding.

Prisoner keeps making bizarre requests for items to be laid out in a pattern on the floor, other foods or any crazy thing.

The guards continue to age and are replaced by other people. The prisoner doesn’t age at all, having become a god himself, his words.