Monday’s Substack, Making sense of life—and death, is now live and kicking. An expostulation mainly on atheism, this one is less of a standard blog post, and more like the long-form essays I used to do a lot of back in the day. Sample ‘graphs:
Despite a passing flirtation with it back in my own youth, symptomatic more of jejune rebellion than of reflection, I now see atheism as willful, blank stupidity. No, the existence of a supreme and benelovent Lord reining over all of His creation cannot be proven empirically. But then, neither can it be proven that God does NOT exist. Matters of faith are not subject to empirical proof; after all, that’s why it’s called faith. It’s the very definition of the word.
So to my way of thinking, atheism must necessarily also be a matter of faith, not empiricism. Atheists don’t know any more than I do whether we have immortal souls, whether we were created by a loving God in His own image, whether death truly is the final indignity—snuffing out all that we are, all that we know, all that we’ve experienced. As if those things, so incredibly rare throughout this incalculably vast universe of ours, bear no weightier import than snuffing out a candle—extinguishing forever the unique light of our lives, leaving nothing but darkness behind.
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