If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!”
Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan….
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
Monday, November 26, 2007
This will be short. I think the next step in coming to atheism for me was simply this:
God is supposed to be merciful, all-powerful and all-knowing. However, bad shit happens all the time, sometimes to good people. Therefore, god allows bad things to happen.
So, a merciful, all-knowing, and all-powerful god is either not merciful, not all-knowing, or not all-powerful. Which means that I was lied to.
Or worse, he doesn't care.
So, I'd rather believe there is no god than believe that he could fix things but chooses not to. That make him lazy or an asshole. Or both.
Thomas Hardy wrote this:
He argues that he'd feel better if his suffering was the dished out by God. To be honest, I'd just rather believe that shit happens.
Isn't that better than, "God happens."?