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Atheism: See Spot Laugh
by Ringtone
A little thought experiment off the top of my head. . . .
Has Science Buried God?
Has the scientifically unfalsifiable apriority of metaphysical naturalism—the ontologically, empirically and rationally unjustified presupposition that all of cosmological and biological history is necessarily an unbroken chain of natural cause and effect—buried God? In other words, has the notion that metaphysical naturalism is true . . . because metaphysical naturalism is true buried God?
The atheistic cultists of scientism think so.
In the meantime, Dick and Jane played with Spot.
Spot is a creature of logic and reason and facts.
Spot likes to think.
He’s a very bright boy that Spot.
He observed that every time the atheist denies God’s existence, the atheist necessarily concedes that the existence of the cosmos and everything in it, including the imperatives of human consciousness, are the evidence for God’s existence, that the idea of God imposes itself on the human mind—gee wiz!—without the human mind willing that it do so.
Spot concluded that the idea of God objectively exists in and of itself, and, therefore, the substance of that idea can't be logically ruled out.
Dick asked Spot why the atheist insisted on believing that God didn’t exist.
“Well,” said Spot. “The atheist believes he knows what no human being can possibly known, don’t you see?”
Dick hesitantly nodded, not at all sure what Spot was getting at, as Dick was a product of the public education system.
“I’m not sure I do either,” Jane said. “We’re not required to think at Mr. Frankfurt’s School of Critical Theory.”
“Yeah. The teachers tell us what to think,” Dick affirmed.
Spot crawled into Jane’s lap and gave her lots of kisses.
She giggled.
“Oh!" Jane said. "I get it now. The atheist presupposes that he is God teleologically; that it to say, he imagines that he stands above it all, above all time and space, rather, outside of time and space. . . . ”
“Just like God!” Dick exclaimed.
“That’s right,” said Spot. “Just like God, who, according to the atheist, doesn’t exist in the first place.”
“So . . . the atheist . . . thinks he’s God?” Jane timidly ventured—a little afraid of the answer.
“I’m afraid so, Sweetheart,” Spot said sadly. “In a very real sense that effects your lives everyday, that’s exactly the way the atheist thinks. In fact, that's the way all humanists think.”
“Is that why humanists exclusively impose their ideology on us in the state schools and say that the teaching of the theological perspective and an open-ended, methodological naturalism for science in the same are unconstitutional?” Dick wondered.
“Yes, Dick,” Spot sighed. "I’m afraid so. You see, children, the way the principle of the separation of church and state works according to the humanist’s ‘logic’, Christians don’t have any inalienable rights in the state schools. The public education system is the humanist’s church and humanism is it’s religion.“
"Run, Spot, run!” Jane exclaimed.
“See Spot run!” Dick echoed.
"But when the atheist says that God the Creator doesn’t exist, isn’t that the same thing as saying that God’s creation doesn’t exist?” Jane wondered.
"“Why, yes,” Spot ran with it. “Every time the atheist opens his silly yap to deny the existence of God, who, by definition, is the indivisibly transcendent and eternally self-subsistent Creator, he necessarily denies the existence of the creation.”
“The declaration is illogical,” Dick pointed out. “It’s inherently self-negating on the very face of it!”
“That’s right,” said Spot. “Good boy!”
"Dick is so clever. He’s my hero,” Jane said.
"The rational forms and logical categories of human consciousness,” Spot continued, “including the universally absolute and neurologically hardwired organic laws of logic—the law of identity, the law of contradiction and the law of the excluded middle—don’t permit a human being to logically deny God’s existence.”
“Not only does the silly atheist deny God’s existence,” Jane averred. “The atheist denies his very own existence in the very same thought, which is absurd. . . .”
“Golly!" Dick said. "I see.”
“I see too,” said Jane. "Look, Spot, we see. Dick and I see.“
"Logically, the atheist declares that God necessarily exists every time he declares that God doesn’t exist,” Spot concluded.
“That’s weird,” Jane said. “Look, Dick, do you see? That’s weird.”
“I do see," Dick said, then called Spot to him and looked deep into Wisdom’s bright eyes . . . at first, as one looking through a glass, darkly, then, as if the sun had suddenly arisen out of their pebbly depths, Dick's face lit up with a great epiphany.
Dick sprang to his feet and exclaimed: "That’s an incontrovertible axiom of human consciousness!”
“Yes, I see it,” Jane said. “Humanity is hardwired with the idea that God must be!”
“That’s right!” said Spot.
“It’s as if atheists were lobotomized zombies or something,” Jane opined as she thought about the feminazi who taught her social studies class.
“That’s right,” said Spot. “The ramifications of their very own thought, if you can call it that, fly right over their little pinheads."
"But I thought atheists were free thinkers,” Dick said with a furrowed brow.
Jane looked confused.
Spot let out a barking stream of laughter that went on and on.
“Laugh, Spot, Laugh!” Jane giggled.
“See Spot laugh,” said Dick.
Spot couldn’t stop laughing. He rolled on his back and just laughed and laughed until his belly ached and tears streamed down his face.
“Oh, my goodness,” said Jane. “Are you okay, Spot?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” said Spot as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Whew! Oh, my . . . just let me catch my breath.”
Dick chuckled.
“You see, children, atheists are slogan spouters.”
“Slogan spouters?” Dick said.
“Yes, slogan spouters,” answered Spot. “Atheists presuppose that all of cosmological and biological history is necessarily an unbroken chain of natural cause and effect, which redundantly begs the question.”
Dick thought about the feminazi who taught his sex education class and encouraged the children to embrace their sexuality, averred that sexual promiscuity and polymorphous perversity were perfectly acceptable behavior in human beings.
“Slogan spouters,” Dick thought out loud.
“That’s right,” Spot said. “Slogan Spouters.”
“So humanists insist that God doesn’t exist . . . because God doesn’t exist?”, Jane asked.
“That’s pretty much all there is to it,” Spot answered.
by Ringtone
A little thought experiment off the top of my head. . . .
Has Science Buried God?
Has the scientifically unfalsifiable apriority of metaphysical naturalism—the ontologically, empirically and rationally unjustified presupposition that all of cosmological and biological history is necessarily an unbroken chain of natural cause and effect—buried God? In other words, has the notion that metaphysical naturalism is true . . . because metaphysical naturalism is true buried God?
The atheistic cultists of scientism think so.
In the meantime, Dick and Jane played with Spot.
Spot is a creature of logic and reason and facts.
Spot likes to think.
He’s a very bright boy that Spot.
He observed that every time the atheist denies God’s existence, the atheist necessarily concedes that the existence of the cosmos and everything in it, including the imperatives of human consciousness, are the evidence for God’s existence, that the idea of God imposes itself on the human mind—gee wiz!—without the human mind willing that it do so.
Spot concluded that the idea of God objectively exists in and of itself, and, therefore, the substance of that idea can't be logically ruled out.
Dick asked Spot why the atheist insisted on believing that God didn’t exist.
“Well,” said Spot. “The atheist believes he knows what no human being can possibly known, don’t you see?”
Dick hesitantly nodded, not at all sure what Spot was getting at, as Dick was a product of the public education system.
“I’m not sure I do either,” Jane said. “We’re not required to think at Mr. Frankfurt’s School of Critical Theory.”
“Yeah. The teachers tell us what to think,” Dick affirmed.
Spot crawled into Jane’s lap and gave her lots of kisses.
She giggled.
“Oh!" Jane said. "I get it now. The atheist presupposes that he is God teleologically; that it to say, he imagines that he stands above it all, above all time and space, rather, outside of time and space. . . . ”
“Just like God!” Dick exclaimed.
“That’s right,” said Spot. “Just like God, who, according to the atheist, doesn’t exist in the first place.”
“So . . . the atheist . . . thinks he’s God?” Jane timidly ventured—a little afraid of the answer.
“I’m afraid so, Sweetheart,” Spot said sadly. “In a very real sense that effects your lives everyday, that’s exactly the way the atheist thinks. In fact, that's the way all humanists think.”
“Is that why humanists exclusively impose their ideology on us in the state schools and say that the teaching of the theological perspective and an open-ended, methodological naturalism for science in the same are unconstitutional?” Dick wondered.
“Yes, Dick,” Spot sighed. "I’m afraid so. You see, children, the way the principle of the separation of church and state works according to the humanist’s ‘logic’, Christians don’t have any inalienable rights in the state schools. The public education system is the humanist’s church and humanism is it’s religion.“
"Run, Spot, run!” Jane exclaimed.
“See Spot run!” Dick echoed.
"But when the atheist says that God the Creator doesn’t exist, isn’t that the same thing as saying that God’s creation doesn’t exist?” Jane wondered.
"“Why, yes,” Spot ran with it. “Every time the atheist opens his silly yap to deny the existence of God, who, by definition, is the indivisibly transcendent and eternally self-subsistent Creator, he necessarily denies the existence of the creation.”
“The declaration is illogical,” Dick pointed out. “It’s inherently self-negating on the very face of it!”
“That’s right,” said Spot. “Good boy!”
"Dick is so clever. He’s my hero,” Jane said.
"The rational forms and logical categories of human consciousness,” Spot continued, “including the universally absolute and neurologically hardwired organic laws of logic—the law of identity, the law of contradiction and the law of the excluded middle—don’t permit a human being to logically deny God’s existence.”
“Not only does the silly atheist deny God’s existence,” Jane averred. “The atheist denies his very own existence in the very same thought, which is absurd. . . .”
“Golly!" Dick said. "I see.”
“I see too,” said Jane. "Look, Spot, we see. Dick and I see.“
"Logically, the atheist declares that God necessarily exists every time he declares that God doesn’t exist,” Spot concluded.
“That’s weird,” Jane said. “Look, Dick, do you see? That’s weird.”
“I do see," Dick said, then called Spot to him and looked deep into Wisdom’s bright eyes . . . at first, as one looking through a glass, darkly, then, as if the sun had suddenly arisen out of their pebbly depths, Dick's face lit up with a great epiphany.
Dick sprang to his feet and exclaimed: "That’s an incontrovertible axiom of human consciousness!”
“Yes, I see it,” Jane said. “Humanity is hardwired with the idea that God must be!”
“That’s right!” said Spot.
“It’s as if atheists were lobotomized zombies or something,” Jane opined as she thought about the feminazi who taught her social studies class.
“That’s right,” said Spot. “The ramifications of their very own thought, if you can call it that, fly right over their little pinheads."
"But I thought atheists were free thinkers,” Dick said with a furrowed brow.
Jane looked confused.
Spot let out a barking stream of laughter that went on and on.
“Laugh, Spot, Laugh!” Jane giggled.
“See Spot laugh,” said Dick.
Spot couldn’t stop laughing. He rolled on his back and just laughed and laughed until his belly ached and tears streamed down his face.
“Oh, my goodness,” said Jane. “Are you okay, Spot?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” said Spot as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Whew! Oh, my . . . just let me catch my breath.”
Dick chuckled.
“You see, children, atheists are slogan spouters.”
“Slogan spouters?” Dick said.
“Yes, slogan spouters,” answered Spot. “Atheists presuppose that all of cosmological and biological history is necessarily an unbroken chain of natural cause and effect, which redundantly begs the question.”
Dick thought about the feminazi who taught his sex education class and encouraged the children to embrace their sexuality, averred that sexual promiscuity and polymorphous perversity were perfectly acceptable behavior in human beings.
“Just be sure that you’re safe when you have loveless, recreational sex,” she subversively told them. “Death to the oppressive monogamy of the patriarchy! Death to the sexual virtue of high love and romance! You're just a glorified animal lucky enough to not have been aborted! It's all down hill from here on out. Get used to it!”
“Slogan spouters,” Dick thought out loud.
“That’s right,” Spot said. “Slogan Spouters.”
“So humanists insist that God doesn’t exist . . . because God doesn’t exist?”, Jane asked.
“That’s pretty much all there is to it,” Spot answered.
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