Many people, from just folks, to philosophers, want to know what “Reality” is. The search for reality is a commendable project, but ultimately an unachievable goal.
In debates between Theists and Atheists, the Theists often ask, “What is truth?” as if their unsupported belief in the existence of a deity is somehow valid. Truth is that which most closely comports to reality. Aha, but there’s the rub. What is reality??! In this situation, reality is what doesn’t go away when you stop believing
Since we don’t have an external definition or description of ‘Reality,’ we wouldn’t know it if it jumped up and bit us in the face. There is absolutely no way to know that we’re not living in a ‘Matrix,’ or that we are not merely figments of someone’s – or some Thing’s – imagination, or that the Universe was not created this morning, complete with our memories and history. Occam’s razor forces me to act as if none of these are true.
Many Christian Apologists claim that Atheists deny God, and anything supernatural. I can’t speak for all Atheists – which is more (or less) than many Theist debaters – who claim to speak for all Christians, and tell Atheists what they think and believe. I don’t deny the existence of the supernatural, I’m just too damned busy dealing with what actually impinges on my reality, to have time to insert a slice of maybe, possibly, perhaps, if, or could be.
Apologists become so committed to the idea of the existence of their “God,” that they unthinkingly believe the wrong things, and ask the wrong questions. I recently heard one such, demand of an Atheist debater – not once, but three times – “If God didn’t create the Universe, then WHO did?”
Why does it have to be a WHO??! Why can’t it be a WHAT? Just because they can’t think of any other possibility, why can’t it simply be a localized overpressure bubbling in the Quantum Fluctuation field. That can bring up “Eternity,” and WHO/What created that. Why couldn’t it simply be the equivalent of a cosmic vending machine, occasionally spitting out random Universes??
Even worse, for the strait-laced, blue-nosed fun-shunners, why couldn’t it be the equivalent of a cosmic slot machine??! We may all just be the result of three Heavenly lemons, or Douglas Adams’ “Big Sneeze,” waiting for the return of The Great Tissue. We may be the Gay Universe, shunned by the rest of the Multiverse. 😮












