I got this idea from a book with the same title.
And of course, this thread is not limited to religion.
**I believe, but cannot prove that a boring routine can take years off your life.
What do you believe but cannot prove?
I believe that it’s impossible to prove anything. Trying to prove this runs into obvious problems.
I once read a thing somewhere about a guy who knew he was dying, so he made it a point to get in the longest line, tackle the most tedious tasks, and generally drag everything out to make his life seem longer.
However, I can’t prove this.
I’ll play.
God exists, and is not the big hardass boogeyman most religions make him/her/whatever out to be.
Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, but may have been put up to it.
Dubya will be treated much kinder by the historians than he has been by the present day press, political opposition, and general populace.
Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti, crop circles, and the like are all hoaxes.
Psychics are all frauds. So are faith healers and TV preachers.
I believe I’ll have another beer.
But I can’t prove it.
I exist.
There is life on other planets! I really hope this will be proved in my lifetime, though!
Life after death.
There is no way there could ever not be me. I’m even more compelled regarding big personalities in my life. My grandmother death last year really sealed the deal for me. It is impossible for me to believe that she no longer exists. Overly romantic wishful thinking, sure. But I can’t shake it.
I believe there is other life in the universe…somewhere.
Every even integer greater than two can be expressed as the sum of two primes.
There’s no eternal reward for people, but all dogs do, indeed, go to heaven.
I also believe other life exists elsewhere in the universe, possibly even in our galaxy.
But I also believe that manned interstellar travel cannot be practically developed, so we’ll never find conclusive proof. Bummer.
It’s better to act honestly.
There are really only two forces at work in the universe: entropy and irony.
I believe real love only happens once.
Or, in the words of La Bruyère, “L’on n’aime bien qu’une seule fois, c’est la première ; les amours qui suivent sont moins involontaires”. (Rough translation : man really only loves once, and that’s the first time ; for the affairs that follow are less involuntary.)
It’s kinda like chasing the dragon, really.
I belive human life is the result of an alien experiment gone horribly wrong.
I believe that religion has been overall a bad thing for humanity.
There are some good aspects to religion, but they are overwhelmed by the bad.
Knowledge is better than ignorance. Paradoxically, that’s why I try to refrain from believing things I can’t prove.
Jazz, long considered “America’s music,” is retreating to a regional taste centered on New York. New Yorkers are no more likely to be jazz fans than ever, but jazz fans are more likely to be New Yorkers.
I believe in tiny cows that are approximately a centimetre (half an inch) or so tall. They live under rocks, and ants farm them.
You can’t see the tiny cows, because they’re mad fast. Like tiny cow ninjas or something.
But because you can’t see them, I can’t prove they’re there. But I know they are…