An epiphany

you are correct about that.

 

'Belief is the death of intelligence.'
— the late, great Robert Anton Wilson
RIP

 

It's OK, but it sure seems unlikely that throughout the course of history, no one has stumbled on to HRE's true nature & what if anything HRE wants from a world that HRE didn't have to create.

 

If there is a God -- and I regularly waffle on this -- I think the description by Bruce Almighty is most apt: He's a bully standing over an anthill with a magnifying glass.

As for organized religion ... if they have to shove it down your throat, how legitimate can it really be? No thanks.

 

That's me in the corner losing my religion.

 

Thank god you've come to this realization.

 

My question, Boom: Where does God stand on reclining airline seats?

 

Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church
-- Keith Richards/Tom Waits

I use this line on any religion topic when someone questions themselves or the nature of religion in general. (By the way, it's from the song "That Feel" on Waits' Bone Machine CD from 1992, the best album of the year.)
There are two ways to go if you grow up Catholic: You go to Mass every Sunday, a metronome of the weeks and years stretching out before you. Or you leave the church pretty much altogether. I did the latter.
You don't owe the church anything. Be good because it's what your moral compass tells you to do, not because the church guilts you into it. Ethics -- morality -- isn't found inside walls with stained-glass windows. It's found within yourself.

 

Here's a corollary to HB's earlier thread that Boom may be able to shed some light on: Why do good things happen to Peter King?

 

Not even God is allowed to stand until the plane reaches the gate and seat belt sign is turned off.

 

True enough, but riddle me this: Can God make a latte so big even he can't drink it?

 

Here is an example of what you speak of:

At 11:36 p.m. Sunday, driving from the Lexington airport to my motel near the Bengals' training camp in Georgetown, Ky., I got stopped for speeding. "Do you know why I stopped you?'' a very polite Georgetown officer said. I said no. "I clocked you going 52 in a 35 zone. We take our speeding very serious here.'' I told him that was good, and I was sorry. He gave me a warning, asked what my business was in town, and told me to have a great time at Bengals camp. I should have asked him: "Hey, there are lots of police jobs in New Jersey. How about coming east to practice that kind of foreign


I can only conclude that good things happen to Peter because he has accepted Jesus Christ as his lord and savior.

I was driving on route 80 towards Pittsburgh when my cell phone rang-- " Peter this is God..........