But you’re not embracing them. That’s why I made the request that you take atheism seriously if you really want to investigate it.
Gaudere’s explanation was the very essence of atheism. Atheism is that clear, simple voice which gives you the common-sense answer. It’s the voice which says, “You’ve had that same experience a hundred times before in other circumstances, and you paid it no mind on those occasions. This time you’ve deduced that it may derive from God. The question here is not whether it really derives from God. The question, if there is one at all, is why you’ve chosen to attach special significance to it on this one occasion.”
Frankly, I don’t think you have the temperament for atheism. Let’s see: You grew up in a household with no particular attachment to religion. Upon leaving home for college, you joined up with a Christian organization that was almost a cult, and you stayed with it for four years. Furthermore, you spent four years working on a B.A. in Religious Studies. After graduation you rebelled angrily from the “cult” and from God. Today, you’re hearing voices emanating from your gut, and you suspect God is talking to you. Now you come to the SDMB and ask the community here to explain the voices, coyly asking that we respect your privacy concerning the nature of the voices and what they had to tell you.
It seems to me like you’re drifting from one subjective experience to another. It sounds like you’re looking to be caught up and swept away by Truths so grand and incontrovertible that all other possibilities cease to exist beside them. And until that happens, one answer is no more or less valid than another. As I see it, your history and your attitude toward religion and life have the mark of the ecstatic on it.
Now, I hate to keep waving Gaudere’s posts around like a banner, as though I’m claiming credit for them. But what she posted in them was right. Correct. On the mark. You didn’t reject outright the possibilities that she raised, but you didn’t exactly embrace them either. Okay, so let’s grant that you want to reserve judgment, hold her answers at arm’s length, and weigh them against the alternatives. That’s fine with me.
But consider the view from my angle. You’ve spent four years in college getting a B.A. in Religious Sciences, and you still don’t have a clue as to whether you should be an atheist, Christian, or member of some other faith. You spent four years in a cult-like Christian environment, then rebelled against the cult and God, and you still play at giving equal weight to objective reality and subjective experience. You’re read the world’s great thinkers on religion and atheism, and you still think all answers are equal, even when they’re opposed.
If some measure of clarity hasn’t come to you by this point, then just when and where exactly do you expect it to happen? Here on the SDMB? Will there ever be a day when the objective outweighs the subjective? Will there ever be a day when you acknowledge once and for all that a case of indigestion is just a case of indigestion, as opposed to weighing the possibility that it might be it might be someone’s God talking to you through your guts?
It’s not the atheist’s job to sweep you away with grand Truths so powerful that they will make all other possibilities irrelevant. You will get no ecstatic experiences from atheism. All an atheist can do is provide simple, commonsense answers. After that, the burden is on you to take them seriously. Or not, if that’s what you desire. It’s up to you.
I think that this is the end of my participation in this discussion. Here are the standard disclaimers:
No hard feelings. My posts are just intended as a little hard-edged atheistic “witnessing.” Under other conditions, I can soft-sell my message as much as I want. My ex was a Catholic, and my current girlfriend is a devout Christian with a Methodist slant. Religion isn’t a problem because we acknowledge our differences and don’t attempt to convert one another.
I have no problem with Christians or other believers. Much like a good Christian, however, I do sometimes get my dander up when I see the protestations and quibbling of a fence-sitter like yourself.