Foreword:

                   The Prayer of an Atheist who Loves God

             God, oh God, why have You forsaken us all?  Why did You
        create us with so little knowledge of Yourself?  Why are we
        so far from understanding You that none of us can say with
        complete certainty whether You even exist?  There is not the
        devoutest among beleivers that could show You to me and none
        either that could comfort me with full faith that You are
        not.  Show yourself to me, so that I can know You.  I doubt,
        and I am told by those with faith in You that what You want
        from me is not the love that comes from knowing You, for the
        love from those that know You comes so easily, as we were
        created by You in Your image and just as we love ourselves,
        if we see You we would love You.  No, I am told, instead You
        expect from us to see Your beauty without eyes, to hear Your
        gentle loving voice with deaf ears.  We must eat Your food
        without tasting, chewing or swallowing.  We must have faith
        that You are with us and love You with all our hearts all the
        time shadowed with the abysmal fear and doubt that there is
        no You.  God, You expect too much from us!  Miracles come
        easily to You, but You created us lowly beings without the
        means for miracles.  How easy it is to despise You with the
        fervor of a lover betrayed!
             And it is even easier to disbeleive those who have faith
        in You, for they are human like me and cannot see You, cannot
        know You.  There is no other on earth that I can beleive,
        many for lack of trust I can afford them, most of the rest
        for the haunting knowledge that they are as easily deceived
        as I.  Truly, none of us are close to You, and the only
        pathfinders are blind, misguided worms such as myself.  Do
        You delight Yourself in the pathetic attempts we make to find
        You?  Are You chortling to Yourself over my plight at this
        very minute?  Did You create us to observe our endless
        confusion?  Or do You even care?






























             In the time since I wrote the above I have received no
        answer.  My heart has not filled with an unexplained faith
        that any God exists, nor have I formulated a satisfactory
        denial of God's presence.  I have no choice but to wonder
        where we came from.  The first question that must be answered
        on the path towards determination of God's existence is
        whether or not we can assume human existance.
             I do not intend to spend a lot of time discussing
        existance, as it is a subject that cannot be fully proven.
        The question `how can we assume that reality and perception
        have any link whatsoever?' is only answered `we cannot.' So
        the fact that we percieve ourselves as existing does not
        prove our existance; the fact `I think' does not prove `I am'
        within our normal definitions.  If, however, we expand our
        definition of existance to include our perceptions, the
        question becomes a redundancy.  It must be remembered that
        this does not mean that our perceptions equal reality, but
        that our perceptions are a part of reality.  If one deludes
        him or her self that he or she is a prophet, that does not
        neccesarily indicate that he or she actually is a prophet,
        but the unreality of what this person is deluding about does
        not affect the reality of the delusion.  The delusion exists.
        It is not a fake delusion; it is a very real delusion.  Given
        the possibility that we are simply following a set of
        illusions that we percieve as life, we cannot fully assume
        that reality is as we percieve it, but the illusion (if
        indeed that's all it is) is exactly as we percieve it.  Our
        perception of human existance does not prove human existance,
        but it does prove existance, at the very least, of the
        illusion.
             So if we exist, how did we come to existance? If God is
        our creator, then is it not fair to assume that if we find
        our creator, we can call it God?
             God, according to the faithful, is infinite.  Our
        universe is also.  There are a great many scientists who
        would contradict me here, and they have studied the universe
        more than I have but sceince, like theology, is merely a
        fallable human quest based in human perception.  As such,
        with no intended disrespect to those who know more than I, I
        will disagree.  The universe is infinite, undivided, and
        unchangable, although we percieve it as being finite,
        divided, and malleable.  The universe appears finite because
        it is expanding (is space expanding?  is time contracting? is
        there any difference?) and the more distant an object is, the
        faster it appears to be moving away from us.  The light and
        other radiation (the only means we currently have to percieve
        almost anything beyond our atmosphere) from those objects
        that appear to be approaching the speed of light in a
        direction away from us will be completely red-shifted until
        the wavelength is so long that we cannot percieve it as a
        wave.  This gives us a percievable boundary of the universe
        of about 15 billion light-years in all directions but does
        not indicate that there is nothing beyond this perceivable
        boundary.  For a more complete (and more accurate) account of












        the universe's infinicy, indivisability and unalterability,
        read John Dobson's Advaita Vedanta and Modern Science.
             Especially any devout athiests will agree with me that
        we were spawned from the universe.  Life is a product of this
        planet which came out of the sun which collected itself out
        of a cloud of gases floating within this galaxy which is just
        one of many in our universe.  So our creator, in a sense, is
        the entirety of the universe, something that is infite yet
        undividable and unchangable.  Sounds an awful lot like many
        people's description of God, does it not?
             To even the dull witted readers it must be obvious that
        I am getting around to a cross between an overmind theory and
        an expanded scale Earth-Mother sort of religion.  I won't
        completely deny this, but emphatically insist on the wider
        scope, as there is a lot more to the universe that spawned us
        than Earth.  I also reject the sexism inherent in the title.
        A creator would of neccessity be of a different order of
        being than ourselves, perhaps beyond any human biological
        labelling of gender, or perhaps simply simultaneously
        germinator and geminatee.  I am also very wary of the term
        overmind.  It brings to mind a conciousness far too
        anthropomorphised to accept as coming from something as grand
        as the universe around us.
             Like those that are trying to prove that our Earth is
        itself a living being, I will present the theory that
        everything is alive.  It is perhaps true that we humans have
        defined life in a very narrow scope.  New evidence of
        communication between trees and other plants make me and I'm
        sure others, wonder if plants are not only alive (as we
        already knew) but concious.  It would be ridiculous to assume
        that plants' conciousness would be similar to our own, but it
        also seems humanocentric to assume that the state plants have
        is inferior.  The only way that we can claim superiority is
        to prove that plants have a state of mind that is similar to
        a human state of mind, only stupider.  If plants have a
        dissimilar state of being, we have no reference to call one
        better or worse.
             Nobody has yet proven that the earth itself is a living
        being, and I believe that if we are looking for a human
        conciousness or even plant conciousness, we will never find
        one.  Could it possibly be said that existance equals, in
        some way, life?  Biologists and chemists have for decades
        posed the idea that humans are merely extremely complex
        combinations of certain chemicals and nothing more; that our
        perception of conciousness stems from our complexity and not
        from a `soul.' Some of these theories suggest that the
        computers we have already designed have an extremely far less
        complex version of our own sort of conciousness and that by
        constructing a computer with bits roughly equivelent in
        number to the number of our synapses, we will have created a
        rough equivelant to a `conscious' human brain.
             If there is nothing special about the things that we
        call `alive' that make them so, why is it impossible that a
        simple rock could be considered alive? It depends entirely












        upon your definition of life.  If you feel that life is
        comprised of animation, growth and some form of consciousness
        then the rock quite clearly is not alive.  If, however, you
        are willing to accept that the only things that make us seem
        alive are the specificity and complexity of certain groups of
        chemicals, then a rock can be looked at as a non-specific,
        uncomplicated version of ourselves.
             Now, a simple rock is not complex in its composition,
        but the universe, comprised of rocks, gases, energy, and
        space is incredibly complex, as scientists are showing to be
        true each day.  It seems conceivable that the universe of
        which we are several parts, could be considered a living
        organism.  If the universe is indeed expanding, perhaps we
        can look upon this as growth.
             This universe/organism has spawned all of us.  As part
        of its natural process, it has created us.  And we are a part
        of it.  If it is our creator, we can call it God.  Each and
        every one of us is a very small part of God.

             Now that we have unveiled God, how can we worship It?
        What could the universe want from us?  What can we, puny
        mortals give to show our gratitude for existance?  I am sure
        that God is not aware of us, as we are not aware of our
        kidney.  I would not want my kindey to worship me.  My best
        second-guessing of God is that It would only want us to
        perform our natural functions.  It would (if, indeed it had
        any awareness of us) not try to alter the course of our
        behaviour.  It is up to us to determine the proper course for
        ourselves.  God, in this theory, is as mysterious as any
        other of mankind's gods.
             It is because of this mystery that we all strive to
        discover God.  Perhaps an acceptable form of worship is
        study.  If we study God, we discover how It works and we are
        at a better advantage to thrive within It.  I see no reason
        why God would be offended at science.  If it were aware in a
        manner similar to ours, I should think It would approve of
        our inquisitiveness of It.

























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