I have as hard a time saying God doesn't exist, as I have in saying hope doesn't exist, or that love doesn't exist. You can't *prove* any of things like that. These things belong to a diferent "realm", sort of.

You can't measure them, weigh them or scientifically quantify or reproduce any of them in a lab. Yet some still claim to love and that love indeed does exist! Are they wrong? Delusional? Ignorant? Deceived? Illogical? Lying to themselves? Some people could probably argue that. But those affected see and feel the effects of love all the time, though you can never take that love, grab a handful of it, hold it out and say "Here! See! Here's a pound of love! Proof!"

Some people...

I have as hard a time saying God doesn't exist, as I have in saying hope doesn't exist, or that love doesn't exist. You can't *prove* any of things like that. These things belong to a diferent "realm", sort of.

You can't measure them, weigh them or scientifically quantify or reproduce any of them in a lab. Yet some still claim to love and that love indeed does exist! Are they wrong? Delusional? Ignorant? Deceived? Illogical? Lying to themselves? Some people could probably argue that. But those affected see and feel the effects of love all the time, though you can never take that love, grab a handful of it, hold it out and say "Here! See! Here's a pound of love! Proof!"

Some people never know real love. Some might then even think love doesn't exist! They say; "prove it!". I say I can't and couldn't ever, but I know I love and I know it's real.

I don't feel defensive when faced with extreme atheism (be if for love or hope OR God) I just feel a bit melancholy on their behalf. I can understand they can't believe in it, if they have never really experienced it themselves.

But some have, so some believe.

God is love.

Ah, yes. Love and hope. Those are feelings. We all have them, atheists and pious alike. And they surely exist, internally.

They exist in the subjective world of the experiencer, but not in the objective world of actuality. We can feel love, and empathy, and desire, and all the things that affect us all. We can feel pain and anguish. Does that verify the existence of a devil?

A person can be head over heels in love with you, from afar, and you'll never know it unless it is somehow translated into an objective... an action in the real objective world.

You'll never know because the experience is subjective, existing only in the experiencer.

The experience is "real" to that person alone. Th...

Ah, yes. Love and hope. Those are feelings. We all have them, atheists and pious alike. And they surely exist, internally.

They exist in the subjective world of the experiencer, but not in the objective world of actuality. We can feel love, and empathy, and desire, and all the things that affect us all. We can feel pain and anguish. Does that verify the existence of a devil?

A person can be head over heels in love with you, from afar, and you'll never know it unless it is somehow translated into an objective... an action in the real objective world.

You'll never know because the experience is subjective, existing only in the experiencer.

The experience is "real" to that person alone. That feeling doesn't travel outside that person's body.

Love has no objective existence, it only has objective consequences when we act upon them.

If god is relegated to a feeling, then he surely couldn't be the objective character that created the universe. And yet, to say you "know" he's out there is to say your feelings create the objective universe.

And thus we have the horrors of religion. We have created in our feelings a completely subjective being that, like love, we "feel" is objective.

Yet, as the sun shines on our faces, we share an objective experience, so too would be the light of an omnipresent being.

But one person's being is quite different than another's, and one religion is quite different than another, because it's all subjective feeling, unlike the real world sun that gives us "real" heat and real light.

What we "know" about god extends no further than our feelings.

Ein Gedicht, insbesondere für AcesLucky.

EIN KOLIBRI KAM UNVERWANDELT
in die Gattung der Träume hinein,
sah sich um, sah die dort vorhandenen
Menschen, malte seine Flügel blau und sagte
zu den Zweibeinigen: ich bin der Himmel.
Die Farbe sprach dafür.
Aber die Leute hatten keine Beweise.
Also schwiegen sie feige um die Schönheit
herum, gaben vor, Diplomatie zu betreiben.
Sie rechneten, betrieben Kalkulation
und teilten am Ende dem Kolibri mit,
man habe beschlossen, Farbe,
das sei Illusion. Der Vogel staunte,
er lernte das Staunen unvermittelt
von den Menschen, flog zu den lila Blüten,
setzte sich hin und packte sein Zauberbuch aus.
Dann blätterte er einige Mal hin und her,
verwandelte ...

Ein Gedicht, insbesondere für AcesLucky.

EIN KOLIBRI KAM UNVERWANDELT
in die Gattung der Träume hinein,
sah sich um, sah die dort vorhandenen
Menschen, malte seine Flügel blau und sagte
zu den Zweibeinigen: ich bin der Himmel.
Die Farbe sprach dafür.
Aber die Leute hatten keine Beweise.
Also schwiegen sie feige um die Schönheit
herum, gaben vor, Diplomatie zu betreiben.
Sie rechneten, betrieben Kalkulation
und teilten am Ende dem Kolibri mit,
man habe beschlossen, Farbe,
das sei Illusion. Der Vogel staunte,
er lernte das Staunen unvermittelt
von den Menschen, flog zu den lila Blüten,
setzte sich hin und packte sein Zauberbuch aus.
Dann blätterte er einige Mal hin und her,
verwandelte sich in einen Schmetterling,
malte seine Flügel blau und sagte
zu den Menschen: ich bin der Himmel.
Die Farbe sprach dafür.
Aber die neuen Kinder hatten keine Träume mehr.
Sie nahmen das sprechende Wunder
zwischen die Finger. Und erst der Staub
rief sie ins Staunen. Der Schmetterling
wurde unterdessen gelb, flog in die Urgegend
der Bilder, ruhte auf den reifenden Zitronen,
wurde ein Kolibri, kam unverwandelt
in die Gattung der Träume hinein,
sah sich um, sah die dort vorhandenen
Menschen, und hatte Geduld.

Marica Bodrožić