Thursday, October 20, 2005

There Is No God -(By Jim Bishop popular author of 21 books, including "The Day Kennedy Was Shot", died in 1987. This column, written in the 1960s, was a favourite of his wife, Kelly)


THERE IS NO GOD. All of the wonders around us are accidental. No almighty hand made a thousand-billion stars. They made themselves. No power keeps them on their steady course. The earth spins itself to keep the oceans from falling off toward the sun. Infants teach themselves to cry when they are hungry or hurt. A small flower invented itself so that we could extract digitalis for sick hearts.


The earth gave itself day and night, titled itself so that we get seasons. Without the magnetic poles man would be unable to navigate the trackless oceans of water and air, and they just grew there.


How about the sugar thermostat in the pancreas? It maintains a level of sugar in the blood sufficient for energy. Without it, all of us would fall into a coma and die.


Why does snow sit on mountain tops waiting for the warm spring sun to melt it at just the right time for the young crops in farms below to drink? A very lovely accident.


The human heart will beat for 70 or 80 years without faltering. How does it get sufficient rest between beats? A kidney will filter poison from the blooed, and leave good things alone. how does it know one from anoter ?


Who gave the human tongue flexibililty to form words, and a brain to understand them, but denied it to all other animals?


Who showed a womb how to take the love of two persons and keep splitting a tiny ovum until, in time, a baby would have the proper number of fingers, eyes and ears and hair in the right places, and come into the world when it is strong enough to sustain life ?


There is no God ?
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Interesting article given today when i was in GP class today, probably the last GP class ever in my education life. Really meaningful piece, fully articulates my belief of a higher supreme being. religion aside, heres another poem from another article from eddie koh.. talking about the risks of human life. another life enriching piece I draw alot of meaning from.


To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.


To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.


But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.


The person who risks nothing,
does nothing,
has nothing,
is nothing.


He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.


Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.

Only a person who risks is free.
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I'm not sure who the composer is, but whoever wrote this sure makes sense. anyhow, today has been a rather deep, meaningful and enriching day for me the least. Watch 'Contact' staring Jodie Foster, about extraterrestial beings, science and faith. its not the typical kind of 'alien boo scary' or a scifi show if thats what your thinking. i think this showed based on the SETI programmes in the Us goes far deeper than that. you'll have to watch it to get it.
makes me reflect once again. everything we do on this planet always has to revolve around some form of rationality. everything has to be backed by evidence in order for it to be consider valid. many , refuse to acknowledge faith and faith alone. hm. anyhow these lines poked me really hard. there was this scene.
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Ellie: Occam's Razor, the basic scientific principle. And it says... all things being equal, the simplest explanation tends to be the right one.
Palmer: Makes sense to me.
Ellie: So what's more likely--thank you.
Palmer: You're welcome.
Ellie: ...that an all-powerful mysterious god created the universe and then decided not to give any proof of its existence, or that it simply doesn't exist at all, and that we created him so that we wouldn't have to feel so small and alone?
Palmer: I don't know. I couldn't imagine living in a world where God didn't exist. I wouldn't want to.
Ellie: How do you know you're not deluding yourself. I mean, for me... I need proof.
Palmer: Proof. Did you love your father?
Ellie: What?
Palmer: Your dad, did you love him?
Ellie: Yes, very much.
Palmer: Prove it.
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brings about another issue. what is love. is it based on trust, character. is it based on dependability and maturity of thought. is it based on physical aspects of the human body. is it based on the financial stabality of an individual. is it based on others views. i think its based on all of this. loves' too broad. my shoulders are too weak to hold and withstand such a strong burden.. am i trustworthy ? am i deep enough ? can i provide ? am i capable of thinking legibly, with foresight, with maturity,with reasoning yet with humility,humanity and faith ? am i intelligent enough to overcome adversities and bring home that needed comfort, solace and material satisfaction ?
so many questions. so many questions unanswered. yet, the only one that can answer those, can't really answer it, given that i have the unfortunate disadvantage of external scrutiny,criticism and perhaps a tainted past life. and that perhaps i am really not capable of fulfilling those requirements and prerequisites.
and yet, i'm still believing and hoping... faith that the answers are already answered, or would come soon. really soon.
or that, maybe i wouldnt have to answer them in the first place.. who knows ?
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On broken wings
I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long

{ 9:32 pm }



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