True… but coming from the perspective of a former-believer, I can absolutely state that it’s a serious mind-fuck trying to answer the question with the utmost certainty. I can relate with the mentality, as it’s come to me in phases. I have delved into study and then simply burnt out because of how many subject areas this debate covers. See my running book list.
Don’t get me wrong—I still want to answer the question, but to a degree, I have become a bit “Bleh” about it as I just don’t know what will raise my confidence to such a degree that I can just live my life in peace until god himself comes down from the sky to tell me of his existence.
For the time being, I can simply state that I don’t believe.. but that’s about it. I find it unlikely, am not satisfied by the evidence, and think there’s some serious issues with Christianity in particular.
Then again, the uncertainty lingers in my mind and creates a bit of an obsession. It’s been hard for me to move on with my life—that causes me to research intensely, and that burns me out. This cycle brings me to my current state where I have tried to just accept that I simply don’t believe in god and that I find it faaaar more pleasurable to do woodworking and make friends very nice cribbage boards.
Does that make any sense? I just wanted to chime in from the point of view of someone in an odd situation. I may have wrongly assumed that you perhaps have been a non-believer for quite a while. For someone coming from relatively recent belief (1.25 years ago), I have experienced the frustrations of thinking “We’ll never know.”
True… but coming from the perspective of a former-believer, I can absolutely state that it’s a serious mind-fuck trying to answer the question with the utmost certainty. I can relate with the mentality, as it’s come to me in phases. I have delved into study and then simply burnt out because of how many subject areas this debate covers. See my running book list.
Don’t get me wrong—I still want to answer the question, but to a degree, I have become a bit “Bleh” about it as I just don’t know what will raise my confidence to such a degree that I can just live my life in peace until god himself comes down from the sky to tell me of his existence.
For the time being, I can simply state that I don’t believe.. but that’s about it. I find it unlikely, am not satisfied by the evidence, and think there’s some serious issues with Christianity in particular.
Then again, the uncertainty lingers in my mind and creates a bit of an obsession. It’s been hard for me to move on with my life—that causes me to research intensely, and that burns me out. This cycle brings me to my current state where I have tried to just accept that I simply don’t believe in god and that I find it faaaar more pleasurable to do woodworking and make friends very nice cribbage boards.
Does that make any sense? I just wanted to chime in from the point of view of someone in an odd situation. I may have wrongly assumed that you perhaps have been a non-believer for quite a while. For someone coming from relatively recent belief (1.25 years ago), I have experienced the frustrations of thinking “We’ll never know.”