Logic makes me recognize that almost anything could be true. The only thing I can know for certain is that I myself exist. It's possible that God exists, or that some of the trees in my yard are really aliens disguising themselves as trees, or that I created the universe but don't remember it. But I don't see any particular reason to believe any of those things, so it makes more sense to me to describe myself as someone who doesn't believe in those things than as someone who doesn't know whether they're true or not. Of course I don't know, but the possibility that they could be true isn't an important force in my life.
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8/10/09 at 12:43pm






have I been able to speak openly about the damage and trauma that Christian extremism had on my life. My life is overwhelmingly beautiful now, and I am excited to raise my children to be freethinkers and well-educated in all spiritual paths.




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