I used to think of myself as a non-creative person. I was convinced that creativity was just not for me. There would be those who could paint and invent and draw and think of new ways of doing things. Then there was me. I was far more suited to consuming information and then regurgitating it in exams, whether I wanted to or not.
As Aurelius states if there is such a being that comprehends like us virtue and the good life then they will understand my conclusions. I will not live my life fearing an unjust celestial being that needs appeasing by frivolous tokens of submission to outrages gestures. My intention is to try and live a good life without such an entity.
Religion and science seem to be at loggerheads again. This time it is evolution that takes centre stage - the creation of
I remember once hearing an atheist describe how they were 'grateful that an indifferent universe conspired to give me life.' I knew what he meant. But it raises a big question: grateful to what or whom?
What makes an octopus intelligent is not its brains, but its arms, and the physical perfection of these arms rather than the complexity of the nervous system that controls them.