So yes, William has been an apt observer of Mormon rhetoric against exmos and included a number of "standard clichés and motifs" of said rhetoric. But no, I don't think he really understands the "exmo world".
Can I imagine how I would feel if I came to believe that Jesus Christ does not
really live; that he did not
really rise from the dead; that he will not
really shortly return to the earth; that Joseph Smith was not
really a “prophet”, but rather a fraud – pious or otherwise; how I would feel if I came to believe that the Book of Mormon was not
really what it claims to be; how I would feel if I came to believe that every spiritual experience, every one of those moments of clarity of thought, every one of those rare and fleeting instants when it seemed pure intelligence flowed into my mind and I
knew – that all of what I judged to be “revelation” was
really just a natural sensation produced by mere chemical processes within my brain; that it was all just a delusion wrought by human nature or human need; how I would feel if one morning I woke up and the entire basis of my understanding, purpose, and scope of life were suddenly to evaporate into nothingness; how I would feel if I were to strip my entire psyche naked and wrap myself in the chilling thought that all of my existence can be described by the periodic table and the second law of thermodynamics?
Can I imagine how I would feel if I came to believe that it was all really just one big, fat
lie? Can I imagine how I would feel if one day I were to read these words of Joseph Smith and no longer believe that he
really spoke the truth; that the words were just an ingeniously-crafted
lie?
I had actually seen a light, and in the midst of that light I saw two Personages, and they did in reality speak to me; . . . why does the world think to make me deny what I have actually seen? For I had seen a vision; I knew it, and I knew that God knew it, and I could not deny it . . .
Can I imagine how I would feel if I came to believe that these words, supposedly written by a real man named Moroni, are simply the closing lines in an elaborate 19th century literary legerdemain masquerading as “scripture”?
… the time speedily cometh that ye shall know that I lie not, for ye shall see me at the bar of God; and the Lord God will say unto you: Did I not declare my words unto you, which were written by this man, like as one crying from the dead, yea, even as one speaking out of the dust?
Can I imagine how it would feel to lose my conviction of all the extraordinary truth claims of what the world calls Mormonism and to strip myself of both the symbol and the substance of all that is suggested by the garment of the priesthood?
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Can I understand the “exmo world?”
Obviously not.
If I were smart enough to understand, I’d be there. Right?