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Raining_Roses
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Reviewing the most recent threads, I see an overwhelming increase of preachy god-bollox, so in an attempt to balance the scales a little, here’s what it means to be Agnostic (to me, anyway!):
> Not being so blinded by my ego to believe that my imaginary friend is bigger and better than your imaginary friend- because I don’t I have one.
> Open-minded as to the possibilities of what happens after death, so I don’t live in fear that anything I do or say will send me to hell.
> No one is watching me masturbate and judging me for doing it.
> I don’t feel the need to label everything ‘evil’, when I simply don’t like or agree with it.
> I never feel compelled to waste my time passing off man-written scripts as the word of a supernatural being instead of seeing them for what they actually are- words….written…by…a…human…!
> I never find myself wondering if I’m actually schizophrenic, believing in big men in the sky, imaginary voices and ‘messiahs’.
> Nor do I live with the destitute feeling of ‘This is all I bloody got!’, because maybe it isn’t! Maybe I’ll pop my clogs and live in paradise with 12 cats (this could be hell too, as I’d have to clean their trays); maybe I’ll come back and become the first humanoid to visit Saturn; maybe I’ll be unplugged; maybe I’ll step out of the shower and find out it was all a dream….who knows?! I don’t and that’s fine!
Please share what it means to you to not give a flying duck whether there’s a god or not.
> Not being so blinded by my ego to believe that my imaginary friend is bigger and better than your imaginary friend- because I don’t I have one.
> Open-minded as to the possibilities of what happens after death, so I don’t live in fear that anything I do or say will send me to hell.
> No one is watching me masturbate and judging me for doing it.
> I don’t feel the need to label everything ‘evil’, when I simply don’t like or agree with it.
> I never feel compelled to waste my time passing off man-written scripts as the word of a supernatural being instead of seeing them for what they actually are- words….written…by…a…human…!
> I never find myself wondering if I’m actually schizophrenic, believing in big men in the sky, imaginary voices and ‘messiahs’.
> Nor do I live with the destitute feeling of ‘This is all I bloody got!’, because maybe it isn’t! Maybe I’ll pop my clogs and live in paradise with 12 cats (this could be hell too, as I’d have to clean their trays); maybe I’ll come back and become the first humanoid to visit Saturn; maybe I’ll be unplugged; maybe I’ll step out of the shower and find out it was all a dream….who knows?! I don’t and that’s fine!
Please share what it means to you to not give a flying duck whether there’s a god or not.