No Shame in Being an Atheist
I’m not ashamed of being an atheist; I am somewhat ashamed that it took me the first 16 years of my life to realize that gods were not real and that it was okay to acknowledge this.
What the world needs now is an atheist revolution.
Beliefs don’t change facts. Facts, if you’re resonable, should change your beliefs.
For our criticism of religion basically comes down to this: “Your confidence in a proposition should be proportional to the strength of the evidence supporting it.” Is that really something that should inspire such nastiness? And it’s not just a criticism of religion, but a criticism of faith in general, including pseudosciences like ESP and “alternative medicine.”
Is this the way the world ends? When groups that share common cause, utopian dreams and a joined mission find fault with each other instead of tearing down the banks and the bankers, the politicians and the parliaments, the university presidents and the CEOs? Instead of realizing, as Moten and Hearny put it in The Undercommons, that “we owe each other everything,” we enact punishments on one another and stalk away from projects that should unite us, and huddle in small groups feeling erotically bonded through our self-righteousness.