03-04-2008, 03:47 AM
03-05-2008, 08:10 PM
Bangalore Wrote:
Finding Morals Under Empty Heavens.
http://www.science-spirit.org/newdirecti...cle_id=745
Warm Christian Love
Bangalore
http://www.science-spirit.org/newdirecti...cle_id=745
Warm Christian Love
Bangalore
Quote:
I have compressed these thoughts into a question: Can you name any right action or moral thought, performed or uttered by a religious person, which could not have been performed or uttered by an unbeliever? So far, I have had no takers. Maybe this column will introduce me to the answer I should already have had in my possession.
Wow. And I thought this guy would be smart. Like just about every other nitwit knuckle-dragger, he confuses spirituality with religion. That's like me calling an atheist a communist (they must be the same because all communists are atheists). He's reduced the issue to a political one, an 'us vs them' thing. It has nothing to do with "right action," "moral thought" OR being "good." Atheists can do all those things. So what? The question shouldn't be "are you an atheist or are you a religious person?"...the question ought to be, "are you forgiven?" But if all you can plan for is 70 or 80 years, who cares? LOL....most of my investments don't mature for hundreds of years.
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gus
03-06-2008, 04:05 PM
The writer seems to spend the whole article answering a question that no-one's bothered about. The question isn't whether atheists can be moral - of course they can. The question is: If there is no God, then what difference does it make?
"One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
but nothing changes—it's business as usual for old planet earth.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
then does it again, and again—the same old round.
The wind blows south, the wind blows north.
Around and around and around it blows,
blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
All the rivers flow into the sea,
but the sea never fills up.
The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,
and then start all over and do it again.
Everything's boring, utterly boring—
no one can find any meaning in it.
Boring to the eye,
boring to the ear.
What was will be again,
what happened will happen again.
There's nothing new on this earth.
Year after year it's the same old thing.
Does someone call out, "Hey, this is new"?
Don't get excited—it's the same old story.
Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.
And the things that will happen tomorrow?
Nobody'll remember them either.
Don't count on being remembered."
Peacefully,
Dasheep
"One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
but nothing changes—it's business as usual for old planet earth.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
then does it again, and again—the same old round.
The wind blows south, the wind blows north.
Around and around and around it blows,
blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
All the rivers flow into the sea,
but the sea never fills up.
The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,
and then start all over and do it again.
Everything's boring, utterly boring—
no one can find any meaning in it.
Boring to the eye,
boring to the ear.
What was will be again,
what happened will happen again.
There's nothing new on this earth.
Year after year it's the same old thing.
Does someone call out, "Hey, this is new"?
Don't get excited—it's the same old story.
Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.
And the things that will happen tomorrow?
Nobody'll remember them either.
Don't count on being remembered."
Peacefully,
Dasheep