Me, I'm inclined to think more highly of you
I've never understood this kind of thinking.
Go outside with a yardstick. Mark off a square on somebody's lawn, or out in some scrubland somewhere - anywhere handy that isn't pavement - one meter by one meter. Imagine the volume formed if you go a meter up into the air and a half-meter down into the soil from that square.
Now imagine everything that's in that cube-and-a-half. Probably about 80 lbs of soil, 1 m
3 of air, and tens of thousands of individual living things. You could spend a lifetime studying the properties of what you have in that volume. Geology, biology, physics - it's a tiny universe of things to be discovered that you've marked out with your yardstick.
Now imagine how many such volumes exist on this one planet alone, and that's just the land surface, one third of the surface of the Earth. Try to imagine how many one-meter cubes you could stack to fill up the oceans and the seas, if you can.
Every cube a universe of discovery. A lifetime of study. And that's not enough for you? You find that so ordinary, so pedestrian, so insignificant that you have to make up more stuff to wonder about? You have to waste your time with stories about a magic skyman that wouldn't convince a child?
The arrogance of the believer is sometimes truly astounding. Flabbergasting in it's all-too-human contradiction. It'd be funny if people didn't take it all so seriously. It'd be funny if telling you this wasn't something that would get me killed in the sort of society where it's your views that inform the legal system and not mine.
This message has been edited by crashfrog, 08-20-2005 07:20 PM