Dennis Prager doesn't understand God

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Conservative talk show host Dennis Prager has two questions for atheists:

1. Do you hope you are right or wrong?
2. Do you ever doubt your atheism?

I respect atheists who answer that they hope they are wrong. It tells me that they understand the terrible consequences of atheism: that all existence is random; that there is no ultimate meaning to life; that there is no objective morality — right and wrong are subjective personal or societal constructs; that when we die, there is nothing but eternal oblivion, meaning, among other things, that one is never reconnected with any loved ones; and there is no ultimate justice in the universe — murderers, torturers and their victims have identical fates: nothing.

Prager's "respect" is something I can heartily live without. I'm happy with the notion that there's no "ultimate" meaning to life, that the assumptions Prager's tribe have made about what is "meaning" are the best and only, and those who don't hew to them, who don't grant power to traditions cast by goat herders and those who mouth their platitudes, deserve punishment. Prager's "punishements" include never being reunited with loved ones, at least the ones who likewise didn't earn the punishments.

But more than that, I've always found the very notion of God to be fundamentally diabolical. Do it as a thought experiment: there exists an entity with immense power, who can reach in and raise your life or throw it down with a mere thought. That entity either (a) helps you reach its state, or (b) thwarts you in reaching its state. Everything in the God story points toward answer (b): the misdirection, the hiddeness, the arbitrariness, the entire kit and kaboodle of excuses for why "god" is hard to understand is just that: excuses.

Give me Buddhism Without Beliefs, a systemic appreciation for human suffering without supernatural reasons, victim blaming, or excuses. Give me Stoicism, a basic, eudaemonic approach to life that likewise doesn't blame victims, has no supernatural reasons, and makes no excuses for its own failings.

How is it that when you see a baby born or a spectacular sunset, or hear a Mozart symphony, or read about the infinite complexity of the human brain — none of these has ever prompted you to wonder whether there really might be a God?

How is it you see a child born with microencaphly and not wonder about the infinite cruelty of a being who could make that stop happening, but chooses not to? I'm comforted by the knowledge that there is nothing out there with power over and interest in my life, or yours, or Dennis Prager's.

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Aside from other causality issues, a big problem with the Eschaton universe is that the Unborn God of the Remastered is [implicitly] a version of Roko's Basilisk (before Roko coined the term). And that's really not a fictional paddling pool I want to wade in.