Sorry for the small epic there. You can see why I opted for the short and sweet version. I don't lay claim to the argument being bullet proof either - it is not a line of thought that I've discussed a lot so I haven't found a good coherent way of expressing it. Please feel free to point out where you think I've slipped up
Well, like Joe here, I think its one of those paradoxes where you are never entirely certain, with verifiable, empirical, repeatable, bona fide "knowledge." So I don't see where a slip up could have been, or if there was, neither side of the debate would be able to prove it one way or the other I suppose.
And I've gotta say that I'm a little perturbed, and slightly covetous, that I didn't think of something this witty.
I'm not even really sure why I thought it was so great... Maybe it just hits close to home with me. But it was definately for me an "Aha!" moment...
Great job... POTM all the way... I'm really hoping Phat will read this since he's always discussing aspects of faith juxtaposed by tangible evidence. I think it would unfurl his own belief better.
I also have to marvel that a non-theist was even able to come to that understanding, because so many of them really are like the pysciatrist in the story.
I used to be the psychiatrist. But now I'm Joe. And sometimes its frustrating to know something and not be able to explain the most wonderful experience of Joe's life. Its frustrating, but at the same time, its what keeps Joe going on with passionate conviction.
The memory of Everest has a purpose for Joe. And Joe is more than willing to crawl through the creeks and crags, through the muck and the mire, just to be in the presence of the memory of Everest... And I guess its because once you see the memory of Everest, everything else is just details.
The grandeur, the bueaty, the ineffable love, the enigma, the inanimate spirit that binds all things together.
I just... I just love the memory of Everest, and
it loves me.
“This life’s dim windows of the soul, distorts the heavens from pole to pole, and goads you to believe a lie, when you see with and not through the eye.” -William Blake