There’s a few atheists hanging around that seem beyond desperate to have me ask them about what they believe and why. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why I would do that.
To me, that would be like Thomas Edison wanting to tell me about all the ways that didn’t work for making the light bulb. It would be like someone in the U.S. government telling me about it’s foreign policy successes over the last 200 years. It would be like interviewing every person who has come in last in each Olympic event for the last 40 years. It's like a junkie asking me to admire the needle tracks on her arms. It would be like reliving the first 30 years of my life.
I’m not interested in failure.
I’m not interested in what doesn’t work.
I’m not interested in absurd world-views, illogical conclusions, incoherent thought systems.
If you like to revel in being a fool, go crazy -
But don’t expect me to be fascinated with your trip to hell.
. To me, it’s like watching a rich world stand idly by as 10,000 children starve to death each and every day.
. It’s like hearing about people die from malaria when there’s a stack of 10,000 mosquito nets right outside the door.
. It’s like reading about a well-head blow out that wrecks the ocean and knowing that it could have been prevented with one extra valve but that was ignored because - well - that might cost a couple thousand extra.
Atheism is tragic, self-destructive, self-defeating ultimately and literally futile.
And you expect me to be fascinated by it?
I don’t think so.