My past two posts have been sort of “off the wall,” and not seeming to have any real grounding in my normal and usual topics. But how many times can one write about the travesties of religion, the wonders of science and nature, the amazing power of humans and our scientific endeavours and our amazing frontiers? Well actually I could write an enormous amount, but that’s not the point. Why have I been writing these whimsical stories of my life? well for a very important reason. Ideological people assuming I have no ‘faith’ or love for humans, and that I don’t appreciate the world. Clearly these people have never read my posts, and have never actually looked at what an atheist, scientist, humanist and realist actually sees.
I am a humanitarian and an atheist. The two sit nicely in each others hands. You can’t really have one without the other, and I hope many fellow humanitarians and atheists feel the same, which they most surely do.
And combined with my love of humans, I love being alive, and being able to enjoy this universe to the best of my human brains capacity. I love knowing the symphony that plays in orbits, and stellar nurseries and the gentle movement of waves caused by the shifting moon. And what pleases me the most, is knowing that I can experience it to the full, with no strings or ties holding me back. Of course, this is not to say that I don’t sit within the moral guidelines of humanity and civilisation. But I am free to think, feel and know to the full potential all that there is. And yet, I am also saddened by this planet, and our race in particular. Actually, solely our race. I am at a juxtaposition, I am torn by my love of humanity and all that it can achieve, and ripped by the anger, hatred and ruthless naïvety of our species.