Thursday, August 2, 2007
The wonderful thing about science is its willingness to be wrong. I have worked within the scientific community for a few years now and see how it all works. In our text books as children we read about certain scientific things and they are presented as "This is the way it is." Then as we get into high school and college we discover that most everything we learn is marked as a THEORY. Whenever such a theory gets enough scientific evidence, and backing from the rest of the scientific community it gets shown to the public. Until enough evidence is gained, the theory is battled, tested countless times, ripped to shred by editors, and built back up by researchers. In science, if you have an idea, you back it up with readily testable proofs. This is the opposite in religion. In religion, there is one idea, and one proof, which is completely untestable. We could prove a scientific theory wrong and present a better idea, but you will be burned at the stake if you try to prove religion wrong.
Going back to a quote I used in an earlier post, "Believe those who are seeking the truth; doubt those who find it."
A really cool BBC documentary. Talks about the war on science spearheaded by the theory of intelligent design. Such a crock of shit. Makes Americans look like dumb yokels. Thanks a lot ignorant religious nuts.
Two really interesting videos by Penn and Teller. The first is all about how the bible is flawed. The second is about how Mother Teresa actually spent all the charitable donations she received. Some interesting stuff. I'm not going to stand 100% behind it, because Penn and Teller aren't exactly religious scholars, but its still interesting.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
So why am I an agnostic and not an atheist? Why, when I have no evidence that there is a god, that there is anything magical in this world, do I still hold out a little part of my mind for the existence of a god? Because the moment the concept of a god was given to me, I could not be an atheist. To me, being an atheist is almost the same as believing in god. Indeed you find almost the same arrogance in atheists as you do in religious folk sometimes, and both can be very preachy. There is very little difference between KNOWING that there is a god and KNOWING that there isn’t. How can one be so sure? It is almost unfair, this concept of god. If no one ever said anything about it, I know I wouldn’t believe in it, wouldn’t search it out. But since I know about this concept of god, how can I be sure it isn’t true. This is also why the flying spaghetti monster idea works. How can you be so sure the world wasn’t created by a giant spaghetti monster with its noodly appendage?
Truth be told, just labeling myself as an agnostic is bullshit. If it weren’t for religion, I wouldn’t need this label. It wouldn’t exist. But because there are others in the world that define themselves and others by religion, I am given a label to describe my position on something that should be a non issue. One could go about making all sorts of labels to describe someone that are completely arbitrary. If they got popular enough everyone else would have to define themselves with respect to this made up label. “Are you a whatzit, anti-whatzit, pro-whatzit….” I try to live with as little labels as I can. The fewer labels in the world, the less people will try to make up differences among us to justify the labels. Now, I am not some idealistic prick who thinks that if we get rid of all the labels the whole world will be peachy keen. I just don’t like the affect labels have on people.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Just a little about me. I was born in the Southern California, and raised in a non-religious family. My mother still holds some of the traditions of Islam, though she doesn’t consider herself religious. She doesn’t pray, and doesn’t read the Koran. It is just part of the society she grew up in. My father is an atheist, and has much harsher views on religion than me. I didn’t really know he was atheist until I was in my teens. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t think that his views had any influence on mine. He let me make up my own mind about religion and made an effort not to influence me too often. However, he did teach me to question everything. Anything that didn’t seem right was to be questioned. Try your hardest to not accept anything just because. Everything should have a reason. This is probably the best advice he has ever given me.
I grew up pretty normal. My neighborhood was prominently white, with me being one of the only middle-eastern kids in the area. Luckily I never really experienced any discrimination, not any I noticed anyway. My parents believe that as I grew up, the kids were starting to show signs of it, but I wouldn’t have noticed. I was too young. Instead of being an adverse experience, being different from everyone else taught me to appreciate other cultures.
Since we moved, my life has been filled with living with different kinds of people and trying to absorb as much culture as I can. During my college years, I really began to explore what my stance on religion was. Most of my friends either come from a Jewish or Muslim background (which sets up some interesting conversations). You will hear all about how I feel about religion in my writings. They won’t be formal, they won’t be polished. They will just be what comes off the top of my head. Looking forward to some interesting comments.