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Atheist?



Julian Baggini explains in Atheism: A Very Short Introduction the meaning of an atheist's commitment to naturalism: 'What most atheists do believe is that although there is only one kind of stuff in the universe and it is physical, out of this stuff come minds, beauty, emotions, moral values - in short the full gamut of phenomena that gives richness to human life.'

I picked this up in The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins. (You can read Chapter One for free. I'm still waiting for some one to give me a copy for my birthday.)

I guess I'm more of a heretic than an atheist, because I can't accept that all things are physical. Also, I believe in certain things, like the power of rituals and animal sacrifice.

Comments

The Nashman said…
i can send you one. but what can you send me? :D. He's giving a lecture this friday although I'm more keen to have him autography my new copy of "the selfish gene"....
padma said…
Taba ng talangka?
The Nashman said…
i'm trying to lose weight nga eh. can't you see the flabs? christian nutters are actually vandalising his books at the bookshop by inserting religious markers. hmmm, i'm tempted nga to go to the tate modern instead of attending his lecture....
padma said…
Gasp! The vandals! So is he signing books or just lecturing? I'd go to the Tate if he's not signing... But will you still send me a copy? A vandalized copy? Ok what if I send you some etag? No? Just keep wearing pink -- it conceals the flab.

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