out of mind
|there is a place you can go, even for just a moment - to contemplate reality. to absorb knowledge. to become more scientifically literate than you were before. in this place you may see things that frighten you, that shock you, that force you to question the world around you. within this place you have the ability to discuss, contemplate & define your own inner peace. this is a place that strives to educate in order to achieve a more harmonious balance with the world & grasp the actions needed to perfect our life, our world or our own personal corner of the planet. within this place, your ideas, current education, ideals, traditions & religions may be tested. this place will challenge your mind, build your courage & embrace your fears. this place encourages you to understand your place in the universe. just like the world we know, this will not always be a safe place. this place is not a room to hide in, it is a gateway to a higher sense of purpose. this place is an open door that allows you to move freely at your own pace without prejudice or judgement. this is that place. and it's yours. and ultimately, it's whatever you need it to be in your place in time. peace & love to each of you. enjoy.|
Our belief is not a belief. Our principles are not a faith. We do not rely solely upon science and reason, because these are necessary rather than sufficient factors, but we distrust anything that contradicts science or outrages reason.
We may differ on many things, but what we respect is free inquiry, openmindedness, and the pursuit of ideas for their own sake. We do not hold our convictions dogmatically: the disagreement between Professor Stephen Jay Gould and Professor Richard Dawkins, concerning “punctuated evolution” and the unfilled gaps in post-Darwinian theory, is quite wide as well as quite deep, but we shall resolve it by evidence and reasoning and not by mutual excommunication.
We are not immune to the lure of wonder and mystery and awe: we have music and art and literature, and find that the serious ethical dilemmas are better handled by Shakespeare and Tolstoy and Schiller and Dostoyevsky and George Eliot than in the mythical morality tales of the holy books. Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and—since there is no other metaphor—also the soul.
We do not believe in heaven or hell, yet no statistic will ever find that without these blandishments and threats we commit more crimes of greed or violence than the faithful. (In fact, if a proper statistical inquiry could ever be made, I am sure the evidence would be the other way.) We are reconciled to living only once, except through our children, for whom we are perfectly happy to notice that we must make way, and room. We speculate that it is at least possible that, once people accepted the fact of their short and struggling lives, they might behave better toward each other and not worse. We believe with certainty that an ethical life can be lived without religion. And we know for a fact that the corollary holds true—that religion has caused innumerable people not just to conduct themselves no better than others, but to award themselves permission to behave in ways that would make a brothel-keeper or an ethnic cleanser raise an eyebrow.
Most important of all, perhaps, we infidels do not need any machinery of reinforcement. We are those who Blaise Pascal took into account when he wrote to the one who says, “I am so made that I cannot believe.”
There is no need for us to gather every day, or every seven days, or on any high and auspicious day, to proclaim our rectitude or to grovel and wallow in our unworthiness. We atheists do not require any priests, or any hierarchy above them, to police our doctrine. Sacrifices and ceremonies are abhorrent to us, as are relics and the worship of any images or objects (even including objects in the form of one of man’s most useful innovations: the bound book). To us no spot on earth is or could be “holier” than another: to the ostentatious absurdity of the pilgrimage, or the plain horror of killing civilians in the name of some sacred wall or cave or shrine or rock, we can counterpose a leisurely or urgent walk from one side of the library or the gallery to another, or to lunch with an agreeable friend, in pursuit of truth or beauty."
I started sleeping with a pillow between my legs a few nights ago and it is literally the greatest thing. Why have I not been doing this the entire...
Guy: Yo girl! That’s a tight ass…
Me: *raises eyebrow*
Guy: …Harry Potter tattoo!