One of the reasons we atheists have to be loud and assertive is that we are floating alone in a vast sea of ignorance. Case in point: here is an artist who has obviously never met an atheist.
I am expressing my feeling towards the very Idea of Atheism. I almost pity those who have such beliefs. I’m not saying they are wrong or right. I’m just saying that what they believe in is more depressing than any other possibility.
So I made this simple picture to express my feelings for somebody who believes in nothing.
here we see a person sitting in a blank room without any doors or windows. What is most troubling is the fact that this person wants to be here, and is unwilling to move from his chair. Alone, neglected, and lost to the ravages of time. without anything to grab onto and hold as a symbol of his own identity. Those who seek nothing as a reward shall ultimately receive it.
I don’t think Atheists can even believe in love, which is the saddest part.
If this picture offends you, remember that it is not directed at you. Even if you are an atheist.
Atheists don’t believe in love? Where does this nonsense come from? This fellow is a fool who sits alone himself, imagining what atheists must think, and he conjures up this ridiculous picture based on the idea that atheists are lonely nihilists who believe in nothing. I know a lot of atheists, and no, his portrayal is not accurate.
I’m not offended by the picture — I’m just sickened by the smug ignorance of its creator. There are a lot of comments over there, too, all of which are getting hidden away by the host, which tells us who has got his eyes firmly closed in this debate. I think he needs to retitle his picture to “Self Portrait.”
This atheist simply believes in all that is (which is quite a lot) and doesn’t believe in that which isn’t (which denial, to some theists, seems to represent a complete denial of the universe…which tells us more about their deluded mindset than ours.) Since the artist doesn’t understand that we do believe in something (including love), here’s a short, simple creed for the godless.
I acknowledge in time,
Nathan Sparrow, modified version of pharyngula
matter, and energy,
which make up the whole of the world.
I accept the primacy of science,
to provide a framework for life, reason, evidence and the human mind,
a reason for being, the only tools we have;
they are the product of natural forces in a majestic but impersonal universe,
grander and richer than we can imagine,
a source of endless opportunities for discovery.
I acknowledge the goodness of humankind.
I acknowledge the power of doubt;
I do not seek out reassurances,
but embrace the question,
and strive to challenge my own beliefs.
I accept human mortality, in my innate ability, in my mind, in my own ability to solve my problems, in my own moral standards.
I accept in what I can see, what I can touch, in the tangible, the physical, the realistic.
We have but one life, brief and full of struggle,
leavened with love and community,
learning and exploration,
beauty and the creation of
new life, new art, and new ideas.
I rejoice in this life that I have,
and in the grandeur of a world that preceded me, and an earth that will abide without me.
