hell’s handmaiden

Faith is not a reason. Faith is not an excuse. Faith, the evidence of things unseen…

Faith. Faith is belief. Beliefs are opinion. Everyone has them. The real question is about value. So how does one assign value to opinions? This step– this assigning of value– is crucial. Without it, knowledge becomes impossible, for there would be no way to chose between opinions and so one might as well not argue about anything. There is no way to win. Put another way, all opinions must be valued equally, since there is no way to weed out the bad ones. Fact becomes arbitrary.

Hard, strict capitalism, is brutal.

This points seems to have been missed by those entrenched in the mythology of America.

Here is something to think about. Capitalism unfettered is simple. People sell. Other people buy. Good so far. I have a product to sell. It stands or falls on the market. Will people buy it, or will they not? This is the ideal.

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Acid– LSD, lysergic acid diethylamide– was the drug of choice among the mind-expansion set of the sixties, and arguably, still holds that title today. The drug is infamous for its ability to warp perspective and crack heads. That is its beauty.

Acid rocks the boat, shakes up the mind. People settle into patterns– patterns of thought, patterns of behavior, patterns of belief– and never think of the causes and the consequences. Reason has little to do with it. Habit, mostly, does the job instead. Habit and fear…

How can science deny the watchmaker? Or the supernatural for that matter? How is it that science can with conviction claim that it can know the totality of the world?

Science doesn’t.

Science stays within the boundaries of observation. It is, after all, only within those boundaries that we can reason. Outside those boundaries there is no evidence, no clues or cues, no information at all. Most importantly, there is no error checking. Outside those boundaries, anything goes.

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My fall from grace… What a fall it was!

Usually, when first faced with my unashamed hostility toward religion, I encounter one of several responses. The most typical is that I must have had a bad experience somewhere along the line and was poisoned to the Faith. There are versions of this argument, but all, in essense, argue that I am full of rage and blinded by it. Thus, my convictions aren’t worth time it takes to scan this page. Ah, if only it were that simple.