Atheists- What do you believe in?

I don't believe in anything, including god. I just know we're here and er thats it..

 

I believe in the Sun. I can SEE it really exists and I know it'll be there for at least another 5 billion years. It gives me light and warmth. It allows me to grow food, flowers. It allows weather to occur. It's real. Without it, we're all finished.

 

I beleive that I don't need a book to find happieness.

Just cuz I don't beleive in god doesn't mean I'm not spiritual. I practice eastern religion becuase they practice things like meditation and stuff like that. Western religion is all about worshipping god. So I'm basically a bhuddist/hindu without the gods

 

i believe in not pretending to know, what no one possibly can.

please note: this requires neither the existence, nor nonexistence, of anything.

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I don't call the Bible the Babble, or the Qu'ran the Karen, because that is not kindhearted, it is an insult. You think non-Christians are wrong, yet I read three Bibles, all the way through, plus perused a dozen others, and found that even your savior, the Rabbi Yeshua Bar Joseph, himself was not Christian. He was a Nazorean, and a very learned one at that. My fiance is an atheist, if names are to be put on it, and she does not worship Lucifer. In fact, she is a good person for altruistic reasons, not so she can win some after death grand prize. I say atheists believe in lots of things, and they can prove these things are real, contrary to your beliefs, which are impossible to prove.
Reality is a good example of what an atheist might believe in. They can give good proof of it, too.
Anton La Vey is someone she never even heard of. And I read three bibles, yet don't feel the need to believe in a God. Atheists are just as spiritual as kindhearted as Christians, and atheists are just as close to God as Christians are, if God is real. Matt.
Satin, btw, is a nice fabric.

 

yeah i did some rather radical and rather sure of myself lol...But yeah thanks for the insight dude

Matt~

 

Anarchism. And I know there is a higher power. It just isnt God though.

 

sighs... I love throwing this beautiful little one line-er of wisdom in an atheist person's face and watch their gut wrench and twist with fear.

To make sense of Life, the universe, and all that is around you without first making sense of your own death is idiocy and madness at its highest form; for, there is only one thing sure and true about your life: IT ENDS.

Let that one bounce around the 4 walls of your mind for a few days

 

EXACTLY!

 

i don't believe in god. lower case g. beucase it is not a reasonable theory that a man can part water and that he created all that is here. i believe in evolution. so therefore, i am not certain that i am fully an atheist. more agnostic.

 

????????????????????? < sums it up for me.

 

funny how satanist always say,"satan to them is more about praising themself and seeing themself as a god,rather then an entity"..but they always refer to satan as a third person throughout the satanic bible,satanism seems like another bogus weak religion,i myself dont believe in jesus therefore i dont acknowledge satan either,i think if there is some god out there its beyond human comprehension and no book has ever been written about him or it...

 

being an atheist, what makes my guts do any sort of twisting is the recognition that immortality is just another childish ego-driven myth that so many people root their happiness in.

The fact that life is finite is obvious; belief otherwise to me indicates naivety. your fear of oblivion and lack of an afterlife is a result of you overestimating your own importance.

In what way is assuming you're immortal, "making sense of your own death?" ... sounds a bit like cheating to me

 

Too much is made of making sense. The only thing one has a chance of making genuine sense of is one's own thoughts and feelings; the rest is up for grabs.

As for making sense of my own death ... not much thought is involved there. I am a living organism that, through time, has systems that break down. When a vital system breaks beyond repair I shall no longer be viable. My biological functions will cease and those of others will aid in my digestion and decomposition ... in that, my life is no different from that of falling leaves, half digested mice regurgitated by snakes, or my neighbor's kitten that was carried off by an owl for a snack.

The only consideration that freaks me out about my own death is wondering what form the loss of consciousness will take. I've been under anesthesia before and that was quite cool as far as heading toward oblivion goes. Conscious one moment and oblivious the next only to wake up hours later (though it felt like seconds) sans an internal organ and a bit of blood. I've also lost consciousness due to blood loss and a few other physical traumas here and there in my life. Much less pleasant. I find myself wondering whether it will be a blink of the eye loss of consciousness (my first choice) or a slow, nauseated slide into static and then nothingness... (not my choice). My only consolation over not having a choice in the matter is that after it is over, I shall be over and have no memory of any final unpleasantness because I shall no longer exist except as soon to be decomposing organic matter that I'd like someone to put to good use.

 

The Garden of Proserpine
by Algernon Charles Swinburne (IMO, the finest poem of the Victorian era and one that sums things up nicely and ... poetically)

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbor,
And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labor,
Weak ships and spirits steer;
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,
No heather-flower or vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes,
Where no leaf blooms or blushes
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,
In fruitless fields of corn,
They bow themselves and slumber
All night till light is born;
And like a soul belated,
In hell and heaven unmated,
By cloud and mist abated
Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,
He too with death shall dwell,
Nor wake with wings in heaven,
Nor weep for pains in hell;
Though one were fair as roses,
His beauty clouds and closes;
And well though love reposes,
In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her,
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,
The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow;
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow;
Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.

 

I consider myself a "Gnostic". Someone who doesn't need organized dogma or creed to direct/dictate my spiritual path for me. Gnostic...gnosis. Gnosis = knowledge.

 

Whether or not you believe in God, the 'G' in God should always be capitalized.

Luke Skywalker isn't real, but the rules of grammar tell you to capitalize the subject.


Evolution doesn't exclude God. I don't understand why it would.

The God of Bible yes, but that's all.

 

Your name and opinion don't exactly match all that well.

 

God isn't his name. He is a god. I asked my parents what god's name was when I was a kid. They didn't know how to answer that one. According to Ex 34:14 his name is Jealous. Go figure. Either way, it's just a bunch of fiction.

I agree with you on that. It shouldn't be something that believers & nonbelievers argue about, especially since it can be observed. Christians are going to find themselves with their foot in their mouth again over evolution just like they did after claiming the Earth was the center of the universe.

 

I am a Satanist. I do not worship Satan, I do not believe in Heaven or Hell, When we die that is the en of it. Sad to say but our bodies lay there and rot. We should all live each day with no remorse. Life is to short to waste it trying to follow the rule of a nonexistant "God".