Anomalism
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I used to be a militant atheist.
Not just privately unconvinced, but actively oppositional. I felt almost compelled to undermine religious belief wherever I encountered it. I framed it as defending reason, promoting science, pushing back against irrationality. And at some level, that was sincere, but it wasn’t the whole story.
Over time, I started noticing I was operating on a kind of faith too. I would say there’s no evidence for God, but if I’m honest, there’s also no evidence against God, depending on how God is defined. Once a claim becomes unfalsifiable, it’s no longer a scientific claim; it’s a philosophical one.
The harder truth took longer to admit. Part of my opposition of religious belief was jealousy.
Religious people often carry a kind of existential comfort. The universe has purpose. Suffering has meaning. Death is not the end. There is structure, supervision, and moral clarity. Meanwhile, I believed the universe was indifferent. Vast, impersonal, and ultimately unconcerned with human existence.
Why did they get narrative comfort and I didn’t?
At some level, I wanted to strip that comfort away. I dressed it up as intellectual honesty, but there was resentment underneath. If I had to live in an indifferent cosmos, why should anybody else get to not do the same?
I eventually moved toward a different position. I don’t see sufficient evidence to affirm theistic claims. But I also recognize that metaphysical certainty, on either side, goes beyond what evidence justifies.
What changed wasn’t my commitment to reason. It was my awareness of my own motivations and lack of consistency.
Not just privately unconvinced, but actively oppositional. I felt almost compelled to undermine religious belief wherever I encountered it. I framed it as defending reason, promoting science, pushing back against irrationality. And at some level, that was sincere, but it wasn’t the whole story.
Over time, I started noticing I was operating on a kind of faith too. I would say there’s no evidence for God, but if I’m honest, there’s also no evidence against God, depending on how God is defined. Once a claim becomes unfalsifiable, it’s no longer a scientific claim; it’s a philosophical one.
The harder truth took longer to admit. Part of my opposition of religious belief was jealousy.
Religious people often carry a kind of existential comfort. The universe has purpose. Suffering has meaning. Death is not the end. There is structure, supervision, and moral clarity. Meanwhile, I believed the universe was indifferent. Vast, impersonal, and ultimately unconcerned with human existence.
Why did they get narrative comfort and I didn’t?
At some level, I wanted to strip that comfort away. I dressed it up as intellectual honesty, but there was resentment underneath. If I had to live in an indifferent cosmos, why should anybody else get to not do the same?
I eventually moved toward a different position. I don’t see sufficient evidence to affirm theistic claims. But I also recognize that metaphysical certainty, on either side, goes beyond what evidence justifies.
What changed wasn’t my commitment to reason. It was my awareness of my own motivations and lack of consistency.