It just seems really weird that an all powerful, all knowing creator would produce a massive universe just so one day he could get pissed off watching a hairy little primate teen ager whacking off in a tiny little corner of the Universe. Billions of galaxies, each with billions of stars, each with planets of their own, and this supreme creator is worried about us eating pork? Sometimes it's a little hard to figure out.
The sad thing is the humans have done this to ourselves. Humans invented the most beligerent, murderous, cruel, tyrant of all time and then willingly bow down and worship such a horrific being, imaginary though he is and some points in history have made other unwilling participants worship this imaginary jerk by the point of the sword.
One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we've been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We're no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It is simply too painful to acknowledge -- even to ourselves -- that we've been so credulous. - Carl Sagan, The Fine Art of Baloney Detection
"You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe." - Carl Sagan
"It is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World
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