I oft ponder the Numinous, thrilled that there might be More Things in Heaven & Earth after all, but as to what that might be... well, I've no more grasp of that than our kitchen slugs have of the goings on in The Trafford Centre. There is enough (and more) to enthral me in the human world & the material realms of nature we inhabit and once dared personified in terms of Myth - which is how (I dare say) we conceived the rotten God-concept in the first place. Not one of our better ideas - along with Fascism, Communism, Nuclear Power, Conservatism, Folk Music, Morris Dancing and Clackers...

They say we can't uninvent things - and that those who do not remember the mistakes of the past are condemned to repeat them - but what we can do is live in hope for a more inclusive world-view predicated on the common, the falsifiable, the corporeal & the pragmatic rather than the lingering residue of a few bad trips our ancestors once had whilst off their heads on too much Psilocybe semilanceata during a solar-eclipse and so bowed their heads in terror of the unknown.

Thing is, we know it now; we even know that the stuff we don't know isn't going to be too dissimilar to the stuff we do. I dare say Stonehenge was built in the same spirit as as the Large Hadron Collider - to test a theory of what already suspected was true anyway. And so wonder recommences with every step we take towards the light, leaving our God concepts and Religions to slowly rot away in the realms of ignorance and superstition.

Non-belief in God is to embrace the truly awesome wonderment of universal mystery during the brief time we have the chance to do so. Pondering Theology can be great fun - like pondering Myth & Folklore, none of which is actually true, but nevertheless tells us something about the sort of beings we are and the sort of journey we've had in getting to where we are today. To take such things literally is, I fear, not just to them a considerable disservice, but also ourselves, and (perhaps most importantly) our children by clouding their innocent brains with the darkness of an ancestral ignorance that has no more 'reality' than Quatermass or the Cybermen, and a good deal less entertainment value to boot.

Much joy comes from KNOWING we're all in this together; but what possible satisfaction can there be in the delusion that those who don't agree with you will be spending an eternity in hell for the simple fact of being human?

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(Apologies for the above - I'm still ill. This morning I felt so bad I spent 80 minutes watching the 4 episodes of Attack of the Cybermen on YouTube. Did it help? Like shite it did, although the Radiophonic Approximation of the Steptoe & Son theme some 12 minutes into the first episode did me smile. Check it out, though if you're pre-disposed to a literal fear of man-made demons then maybe you'd better not, although back in the day I recall a fair few daring to perceive a measure of the numinous in the global endowments of Perpugilliam Brown...   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGZQg7rdc8s)