Blixa wrote:I'm a non-believer. An atheist, though I don't usually fling that term around because its really a non issue with me. That's why I find fine-tuning agnostic/atheist defintions to be such hair-splitting (especially the "argument" that one must be agnostic, because atheism is illogical because you can't prove...yada, yada, yada). I don't think I ever really believed even as a child, though I did believe in fairies. But that's because I saw them.
Personally I'd likely think of you as agnostic, as you aren't assuredly saying "no, there is no God, period."[/quote
Hmmmm...Ok, I'll say it, "No. There is no God, period." But there are fairies and wee folk of all kind...
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
"One who believes in the existence of a God or supreme being but denies revealed religion, basing his belief on the light of nature and reason."
I'd change the above to ...but denies 'some of' revealed religion.....
I also have Theist leanings... based on my own personal experiences when I was a young kid and also when my father died. I believe in some kind of divine force who operates on a loving basis. I'd reject a lot of orthodox religions view of God.
I'm also a bit of an agnostic....in that I recognise that I don't know anything for sure.
Blixa wrote:I'm a non-believer. An atheist, though I don't usually fling that term around because its really a non issue with me. That's why I find fine-tuning agnostic/atheist defintions to be such hair-splitting (especially the "argument" that one must be agnostic, because atheism is illogical because you can't prove...yada, yada, yada). I don't think I ever really believed even as a child, though I did believe in fairies. But that's because I saw them.
Oh! I always wanted to see fairies and never did --- saw sparklies and auraish things after ingestion of substances I most likely shouldn't have ingested - but that's it. So sad. :(
Well, when I was a kid I was convinced I saw fairies that lived in our garden. I read a lot of gorgeously illustrated (Arthur Rackham) fairy tale books, and the beings I thought I saw lookd like that and lived in little places between rocks and trees. The garden area around our home was terraced with rock gardens and when I was young we lived on what was then the outskirts of SLC, so there were squirrel and gopher holes and dens in our yard and the local environs. Also hollyhocks, pansies, peonys and other very lush blooming flowers. I had a kind of magical childhood when left to myself and my books...
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
