But I am always open to spectacular design.
I will keep the cathedrals and Bach but not so much the miracles.
About invisible things I can safely say: nobody has seen them.
And the stories. Well, I’d feel better if they had any evidence
other than a creepy feeling.
These days, after decades as a Catholic, Evangelical, then deist, then theist, then an agnostic, I am finally trying to live in the realm of the visible.
I bet I’m not alone. That’s why I’m sharing my journey to atheism.
I honestly don’t know what I am doing.
But I’m doing it here. On Substack.
“Un-mything” the world. Is that a thing? DE-sacredizing?
It’s a daily task for me.
Letting the air out of a shiny balloon
that has attached itself to me like Guido in Fellini’s 8 1/2.
We live in the visible realm. The invisible has no hold over us.
We should never let it rule.
The invisible has no jurisdiction here.
I want my medicine approved. My weed good.
And I want my science.
Regarding the sprites who have tickled our dreams forever,
be they conjured, conjecture or induced,
hand me the OCCAM.
You want my seat? Start talking about ghosties.
Nature is weird, Dude. It’s got like levels.
I just learned Octopusses evolved 8 brains.
I refer you to this awesome VOX film about the designs of nature.
This brief detour into speculation on the cornucopia of design genius that is nature has been sponsored by Patrick O’Leary’s long-awaited new SF novel 51. For no particular reason.