We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?

David Foster Wallace (via feellng)

The more that you read,
the more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
the more places you’ll go.

Dr. Seuss. I Can Read with My Eyes Shut!

I also do think that certain topics and people, due to how extreme or ridiculous they are, deserve to be treated with scorn, derision or contempt […]


wantthisforeverx10 asked:

From a born again Christian perspective, why would I want to be open minded to understand Atheism if the purpose of why I was saved by God's grace is so He can work through me to help people like you?? Why would I want to see things from an unbelievers point of view if I already know how merciful our God is? I pray that you will see God's power in your life. He loves you. May He continue to bless you xo


But I don’t need your help. I don’t want it either. I used to believe like you do. I used to talk like you do. God is not merciful. This is what ministers have taught you to believe and they base this on limited information. To be blunt, they cherry pick verses in the Bible that fit their narrative—verses like 1 John 4:8, which is that ”God is love”verse that headlines your blog.

Tell the countless people who were murdered in the Old Testament that Yahweh is merciful. Read the following verses; that’s the guy Jesus called father:

Mind you, that’s a shortlist of verses like that. How can you continue to believe that such a repulsive character exists? And not only does he exist in your mind, but he’s also the creator of the universe and the master of your soul. Given my extensive experience with religion, I assure you there are better beliefs than the one you currently espouse.

If those verses are somehow figurative, tell that to the countless children dying of terminal illnesses, leukemia, and other disease. Tell that to the countless children starving in impoverished places around the world. Tell that to the little boy screaming for help when his father abuses him. Tell that to the little girl who is sexually molested by her uncle. Tell that to the countless children being trafficked for sex. Tell the amputee to pray for a new limb; tell the diabetic to pray for a cure; tell people with AIDs to pray for healing; tell cancer patients to pray that god spares them from going through chemo. It will all fall on deaf ears.*

Only we can mitigate all the pain and suffering in the world. We can do this through advances in science and medicine. Unfortunately, there are people like you out there—people that are scientifically illiterate and content with their illiteracy; people who are more concerned about an unsubstantiated afterlife than they are about this life; people that are more worried about their own salvation than they are about creating a better world for our predecessors; people who are, in short, selfish rather than empathic to the current human condition. We need more hands, but yours are clasped together! We need morale, but you’re on your knees submitting to someone who doesn’t exist!

This is why you have to see things the way we see it. There’s a reason we don’t believe and it has nothing to do with hating your god. It has everything to do with realizing that we’re morally superior to Iron Age Yahwists and first century cultists. Pray all you want; stay on your knees for hours talking to yourself. No one is listening. Keep this condescending malarkey out of my inbox. Your fundamentalism is a waste of my time.

*By the way, you believe in a sovereign god. I’ve still to see how people claim that prayer works. How can you change a mind that supposedly knows all things? This means that in his sovereignty, he intended for that little boy to be abused, for that little girl to be molested, and so on. I refuse to believe in any deity who saw such things coming and did nothing. You’re here to help me? I think you’re the one who needs help. Nothing like the hard truth to make you think. 

The problem is, if you start wielding a hammer, then all your problems look like nails, and maybe they’re not, maybe it’s more subtle than that. And so your toolkit has to be able to morph into what is necessary for what it is that you confront at that moment.
And so yes, you are equipped with methods of mathematical analysis, methods of interpretation, you know some basic laws of physics…

So when someone says “I have these two crystals, if you rub them together you’ll get healthy. So rather than just discount it, because that’s as lazy as accepting it… Both of those are just lazy brain…

What you should do is inquire. so do you know how to inquire? Every scientist would know how to start that conversation. They would say “Well, where did you get these? What kind of elements does it cure? How does it work? What does it cost? Can you demonstrate that it works? And you go through this whole… and in the end, the person is in tears, because they weren’t prepared for that level of questioning.

So science literacy is vaccinating against the shaw-ins of the world that would exploit your ignorance of the forces of nature.

Neil deGrasse Tyson

The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.

Neil deGrasse Tyson (via larmoyante)

Lonely people are usually lonely not because of hideous deformity or odor or obnoxiousness […] Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
Lonely people at home still crave sights and scenes, company.

David Foster Wallace, “E Unibus Pluram”, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments. (via evebadia)