Scientific Dogma?
There are a couple of They Might Be Giants videos that illustrate this.
But I digress...
I spotted this little aside, and thought I'd comment - hopefully not derailing anyone else's discussions in the process.
Theophilus wrote:I wonder if that is a source of frustration for some atheists, that Christians don't accept/reject Christianity using the criteria that an atheist would? I'd never really thought about it that way before (I just thought you all had dull senses for God

). I may give that further some thought.
The "dull senses for God" comment, while (I assume) tongue-in-cheek, got me thinking about my own "God Sense".
Thinking back, I think I equate the feeling of "one-ness" with god to that of an extra-powerful parent - one that was
always keeping an eye on me, and at least listening and watching me struggle, even if he wasn't actively intervening. That non-intervention didn't bother me, by the way, because I
knew that I'd be compensated afterwards.
The last time I really felt it was at a rally of godly youthful folks (the only one I ever attended), where there was a lot of singing and stuff. The energy of the event was amazing, and I really felt the presence of something
more. Something
out there - something joining us all together. I imagine that if I'd immersed myself in those environments then that feeling would have been reinforced, and I recall leaving the venue, watching the cars driving past in the rain, and feeling pity for everyone who hadn't felt what I'd felt.
And yet, the same year I found myself on a still, bright February day, walking along a deserted road in the Yorkshire Dales, feeling the awesome age of the rocks around me in the silence, and the vastness of history recorded in the coral reefs they contained; and having a sense that there was so much
more than could be described by the stories I'd been brought up to believe.
It was probably that day that I felt attached to something more profound than the ultra-parent figure from the stories. And for a number of years I equated my sense of god to a feeling of belonging in the universe. A kind of deistic approach, with a non-interventionist god somewhere out there, but with an outward expression of that through theism: all gods are the same god - we just took different approaches to commune with it.
But ... if the god did nothing, and there was no sign of it
ever having done anything (or if it
had, why did it choose to do
everything worth reporting in a particular corner of the Middle East over 1400 years ago?) then I wondered why I was expending so much energy on it. Simple answer: Heaven. Going somewhere nicer later. The REWARD for all my worship and praise.
Then I asked myself how, exactly, that worked.
It
couldn't work. It was physically impossible; it was neurologically impossible; it was
logically impossible for any essence of
me to continue after my body died. There was nothing except the stories to say that anything happened to my "soul" after death. I realised that when I die, I will be as unalive as I was before I was born. I will cease to be. There will be no more me, except briefly in the memories of others, and perhaps a few records for a few years. I looked at the other stories, and they were all variations on a theme. They were all cleverly crafted ways of controlling the masses (and often making money) through wishful thinking.
What was the most logical, and reasonable explanation: that ignorant man invented gods to explain things he couldn't understand, and to exert power over others; or that some god created a stupendous frozen vacuum scattered with nuclear fusion reactors, then waited 14 billion years for a microscopic spec of dust to get a particular type of infection, then went there in person, chose one tiny bit of that infection to be "special" and set it fighting itself, before the god withdrew entirely, immediately changed its mind, impregnated one of the lifeforms, had a baby, which promptly died, apparently to "save us"? What?
I kinda went with the first explanation. And that's after 30 years of being told repeatedly that the second is all true, and believing it. Stepping out of that, and looking in was perhaps the most amazing revelation ever.
Where did that leave my god sense?
I realised it for what it was: that feeling of trust, confidence, one-ness, and closeness - the ultra-parent feeling - was entirely in my mind. I had been convinced that the entity was real, and that I could direct my intentions at it -
and that it would listen. I had also been told that any sense of comfort when doing so was from that same god. Nope - it was just neurological sensations entirely within my own head.
After all, if god was communicating personally with even half the planet, that's a hell of a lot of wireless broadband going to and from each and everyone's craniums - it would play havoc with TV signals.
