Sunday, August 31, 2008


I say that beliefs in magic and the supernatural are dangerous, because they keep verifyable knowledge from taking hold; religions and fables were meant to be placeholders until the time came when our intuition and dilligence would replace them with more detailed observations and finer facts. Not to promote ignorance.

These beliefs are also dangerous because they cast their holders against one another. Every other, different belief is a menace to theirs. Some believers will not hesitate to go the extra legnth to ensure integrity, stability and perennity for their precious worldview. Segregation, war, jihad, genocide, or just plain hatred.

It goes to show how flimsy these edifices are!

Saturday, August 30, 2008


Living without hope? And it gets better as I don't think human life has any specific meaning in the grand and even in the small scheme of things. My own personal life has the meaning of what I have done so far and what I will do in the future, if any. I'm an ordinary guy though, with not much influence.

Come to think of it, all I am internally is memories and imagination - which, on close scrutiny, do not harbor any significance other than for my friends and my close ones, those who know me. And I expect that when I pass away, all that will remain of me is the memories I have left with others.

Here's reason enough to be fair and kind to people.

Friday, August 29, 2008


Atheism is dry?

Not so much if you consider that I believe in Science, in the ways it acquires knowledge and in all the marvels it constantly reveals. I gape at the universe and at the fancy apes that call themselves humans, at the quasi-unfathomable scale of everything, and at the existence of organic awareness.

So many more mysteries to unravel, observations to engage in, knowledge to refine and adjust, that I would never consider my predicament as dry.

My only complaint will be: not enough time.


The reader should know that I don't believe in reincarnation or life after death, in fact I don't believe in magic of any kind, in imaginary invisible beings, in cosmic consciousness, worse, I don't even believe I have a soul.

Rather dry? You can say that again. That's probably why I enjoy so much SciFi and Fantasy fiction litterature.

I think I am the expression of particular genes through the process of evolution. I don't think there is any predestination other than my given qualities at birth, which in the probabilistic chaos that is modern living, doesn't amount to much.

I believe I emerged in an indifferent universe, and that the only compassion I'll ever find will come from the heart of my fellow humans and a few other higher animals. I count on no omnipotent personal invisible god to witness or evaluate my actions. I'm on my own.

When my time is up I'll simply stop being in all my dimensions, under the all-prevailing influence of entropy, having contributed to the the courageous process of the complexification of organic life.

Stiff but alas true, methinks.

And I have now come to the conclusion that pretending, teaching or preaching anything else is dangerous.