“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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Just because you want something, does that make it right?
Just because you want something, does that mean that it is morally right for you to want that thing? Do you have to want to have everything that you want? What makes you so special? What makes you better than other people? What about the people who disagree with you? Does your wanting to get what you want hurt others? Think long and hard about this question! Mull it over within your own soul. Ask your own soul whether you are hurting others by you wanting what you want!
Copoed from reddit
Atheists, how do you deal with the lack of a God to turn to in the worst of times?
People who believe in God have in him a hope that no matter how serious and difficult their problem is, they are always under the protection, compassion, mercy and love of God, and therefore they feel happier, relieved and safe.
When they or a relative is seriously ill, in danger of dying, or when they lose their job, become homeless and starve, they pray to God and feel relieved that they can turn to him, they believe that God will help them, protect them and not let anything bad happen to them, this greatly reduces the suffering, pain, anguish, fear, and especially loneliness.
If they lose their loved ones, they believe they are now in a much better place, in the heavens, with God, where there's no suffering, and they'll meet their loved ones again when they die, so death isn't so bad or fearful anymore, some even feel happy to know their time is near.
But atheists who do not believe in God do not have the same privilege of resorting to the "faithful divine friend who can do everything", they cannot ask for divine help or protection, they do not feel watched over all day long and while they sleep, if a relative or themselves are in a very difficult situation such as illness, unemployment, homelessness, misery, they can only rely on themselves or on other humans, and that is why many atheists prefer to end their own lives, as they see no other way out of their misery.
There is no one else to turn to, and even death can't bring them happiness, because there's no afterlife, no heavens, no better place to go, they'll never see their loved ones again, they'll just vanish forever from existence, making death a bit more scary and unsettling.
I myself, who was born into Christianity, became an atheist for several reasons, but I really miss the privilege of being able to count on an almighty loving friend in the most difficult times. I'd like to know how to cope with this.
How do you atheists deal with this?
The Fairies William Allingham
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather
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