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What really gives more meaning? That you were created for some specific fate (arbitrarily decided by some creator)? Or that you exist, for whatever reason, and must find and create your own meaning?

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I've always loved words.I love their texture, their taste, the way they roll off my tongue. I love the way you can sense the kinship between related words, through their sound or their spelling or structure - that you can almost trace the history of a word a few generations down. Words can sometimes seem alive that way - with their own family history and descendants waiting in the aisles as the

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I've been an atheist for a while. And I'd been a Catholic struggling to keep his faith for even longer.What I haven't been for a long time is a vocal atheist. Up until the beginning of last year, I'd not had the courage to come out about my lack of faith to my family, although a number of close friends knew, though funnily enough, one of my best friends was still in the dark about my waning

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Not into posting links normally, but this one is hilarious...The Article"There’s a room that has all the stuff God made on each day; the exhibit looks like holiday photographs or the brochure for an eco-safari. Included with the birds of the air are, apparently, the bats, who are mammals and will be annoyed. But we don’t have time to nitpick. What is truly awe-inspiring about the museum is the

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That's the thing about the truthIt's so delicate and helpless,So fragile and evanescentThat you have to protect it -You have to cup it in your handOr it'll go out like a tiny flameDying in the smoke that surrounds it.That's what we're here for -To see the truth,Whatever little of it we understandAnd bear witnessFor fear that it would dieUnder the onslaught of the worldAnd all the lies within

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I like paver stones, especially those angular bendy ones. I love the way they fit together... just so... interlocking and perfect.And you can always tell if the workmen really cared:You can see if they lavished their love on these little bricks, if they cherished them and made them fit, if they sought out the best for each and the other...Or, if they tossed them down in casual disregard and let

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Some thoughts exist and come to me... they travel from far and wide... they appear from nowhere... and disappear soon after...Some thoughts jump out of my unconscious into my thoughts... and leave when they please... or stay.. or not... the Miscellaneous answer to no one...Some thoughts are messy and not well thought out... like the gooey goodness inside a soul... or body... a messy little

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I created my god, who made yours?A child was born,A bunch of nervesAnd wet sinewsThrust into the world,AloneTo search and seek,And find which way was truth.I was not helped -No charityTo guide my feetAnd hold my handAnd lead me onTo clarity -In fact, on liesAnd false hopes,I was fedTo cloud and confuseMy aching head...So I turned to the Spirit of the T,The old, that is,Before JCAnd the thought

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Easy answers,I'm sure you'll findSettle easiestUpon the mind.But given halfA rotten chance,They'll twist you upAnd make you dance.They'll spin you roundQuick and nimble,And claim the sameTo be so simple.A fairy exists,You'll start to say,A man-like angel,That guides the day.For who a watchHas ever found,With no makerAt all around?But the truth, you know,Ain't quite so silly -That the world is run

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I don't know why people automatically assume that without a belief in god, you can't appreciate the beauty of the world around you. It's like everyone assumes an atheist is actually a Hollywood Atheist. Or maybe it's because of the incorporation of Platonic ideals into (mostly Western) religion during the Renaissance. Or maybe it's just part of what Daniel Dennett calls 'belief in belief' - as if

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We look upon the world as if it's a strange and bizarre place. In fact, my favourite quote from my favourite author says much the same:"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable...There is another theory which states that this has

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Scattered drops coalesce -Merging to form moreThan what was before.Random dropletsFly as if before a storm,Trailing awayLike rain on a windscreen.Patterns emerge,Almost spontaneously,And grow,Fractal like -Reaching outward and inward,Ever expandingAnd deepening.Nebulous thoughtsWords, ideas and imageryDrift through the atmospherePulling together, colliding even,Calling out to me,Whispering softly

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I've been working on a poem called 'Epiphany' for ages. It started with a single line years ago - "I created my god, who made yours?". And then it just sat there, in an unnamed text file on my computer, until a few months ago, when I suddenly got the inspiration to try and finish it. I haven't yet, or I'd be posting it here, but I did make progress...Anyway, it struck me that I came up with that

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Though steeped in ignorance and imperfection, though possessing a flawed perception and understanding, I hope I might, I hope I may, see the world as it is today.As I journey in my quest for answers, may I ever wary be of those that seek to give pause to curiosity.May I revel in mystery, but not as an end in itself, rather as a challenge to be overcome or an opportunity to explore.May I be brave

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