Showing posts from December, 2015
After we had known each other about two years my husband David and I were talking about some minor news item and he commented, “I’ve ceased to care.” That sounded familiar to me and I must have looked puzzled because he smiled and added, “You say that all the time.” Hmm. That must be why it sounded familiar. Since then I have noticed myself using it more and more, and it’s a handy little phrase to have at the ready whenever you realized you’re involved in something that’s a waste of time, no matter how promisingly it started. Mutter “I’ve ceased to care” to yourself and you suddenly have the freedom to move on to something worth exploring. The problem is that in the 21 st century we’re constantly pounded by a blizzard of information in the form of social media, television, apps, news, printing on boxes, music, phone calls—the list is endless. Much of this is fascinating and addictive. Facebook, for example, which I used to scorn, can now reel me in li
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When I say “happy atheist” in the title of this post I don’t mean that all atheists are happy, but that most atheists are happy about being atheists. Other than that attitude, atheists may be as happy or as miserable about the other aspects of their life as other human beings. If you ask the public at large what atheists’ lives are like, you will get a list of adjectives, but I would bet a large amount that “happy” wouldn’t be among them. If you ask atheists themselves how they feel about being an atheists, most would smile and say they feel fine, and are . . . well, yes, “happy” about it. This might sound shocking or at least improbable to theists. In the view of many religious people the only route to happiness is a firm belief in some sort of god or at least a spiritual existence beyond this world. Asked what life would be like with no such belief, they usually envision bleak and sad drudgery. From the atheist’s viewpoint the opposite is true.