Something I think this blog will deal with quite a bit in its lifetime is atheism. What do I (not) believe and why do I (not) believe it? As an atheist, how do I make moral decisions, and for what reasons, and why should I even care? How do I respond to the objections, in some ways correct, that with no ultimate moral arbiter, there is no basis for ever doing the right thing? That without it, there is no right at all?
In a lot of ways, I think atheism is like homosexuality, and not just because we'll all be roasting in the fiery pits of Hell for all eternity in an orgiastic communion of godless heathens and frenzied buggery. No, they're also alike because of the way society amplifies these traits.
I think a lot of the soft, idle disgust that some otherwise decent people can sometimes feel for homosexuality, and which lays the foundation for the more overt, insidious bigotry around us, stems from the misbegotten impression that most gay people are sex-crazed. This is, of course, not true. At least, it's no more true of the average gay person than it is of the average straight person. But because what we notice first and pay most attention to is the different, the odd, while a straight couple holding hands is just wholesome affection, a gay couple holding hands screams "GAY!" And because they appear to be screaming "GAY!" then the insides of their heads must be ringing with choruses of "GAY! GAY!" over and over again. Thus, they're sex-crazed and all they can ever think about is being gay.
In fact, they're just holding hands and all we can think about is that they're not straight.
In the same way, I don't walk around all day thinking, There is no God, there is no God. Isn't it beautiful in a world with no God? Ah, what a nice tree, made by the hand of no God. However, in the course of any given day, I encounter so many references to God both great and small (the references, not the God) that my difference with "normal" people is highlighted often and starkly. I'm not obsessed with not believing in God, but the world around me is so obsessed with God that the sheer number of times my non-belief must manifest itself in response to the number of times I am confronted with belief can amount to nothing but an obsession.
Our differences from the majority manifest in numbers and ways proportional to the established norm, and so we are defined not by what we believe and how we believe it, but by what we don't believe and how dearly others hold that belief.
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