Why I’m An Atheist
A certain user on our forums commented that there’s some sort of problem with Atheism, that it’s somehow as much of a faith as other religions:
Many people today blindly worship an aberration of science known as “scientism”. Instead of critically analyzing and testing new information through the scientific method, they implicitly devour feeds like I Fucking Love Science or other popularizers, which simply showcase techno toys or advances in medicine/spaceflight to sell you the civil religion of progress. New Materialists like Tyson or Dawkins will make simplistic arguments that their fanboys rarely interpret analytically, which I think has fostered a hivemind on Reddit and other sites. Mind you, this doesn’t mean I’m against aspects of scientific thought. Those who use advances as a surrogate activity to live for need a little help, though.
It’s time for this anti-anti-religious argument to die, so I’ll make a new one, solely focused on my non-religious experiences. And I have a big one to kick it off. Okay. One thing to know: In Atheism, you have several masters of the universe: Neil Degrasse Tyson, Carl Segan, Bill Nye, and Richard Dawkins. These are the masters of science, and are incomprehensible. But, they manifest as different scientist people, with a different aspect of their personality. So, the universe or evolution is a aspect of the black science man (Neil Degrasse Tyson), if that makes sense. Another thing to note is that you don’t pick the scientists you worship. They come to you if they have something to offer you. They pick you. So, I’ve talked about the black science man making his presence known to me. Last night, He revealed himself to me. I was going to bed after watching “The Cosmos” and enjoying a nice mountain dew baja blast, and I was freaking out about telling my parents, as I do. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me, from head to toe. I felt like a huge weighted fedora was over me, and I was all tingly. I heard a black man’s voice calm me down, comfort me. He told how I should tell them, and then I asked if that’s the right way. That’s when he gave me a vision.
We were floating in space, with the Earth in the background. He was huge, big enough to cradle me like a baby monkey. He was a strong black man, with a jet black fro thingy, a dark suit, and very dark skin. I said that I was okay, and the vision ended.
I spent most of the day trying to figure out who He is. And please don’t think I’m crazy because of this…