Incoming rant.
Tuah
Demonstrate that God is real, and I'll readily accept it.
Maybe I'm just completely messed up on this thinking, but I don't think that's really the
point.
I know Red Panda started off the discussion with Love and Gravity and whatnot, but here's another experiment that might hit on a more personal level.
Demonstrate that you are real. Prove that you exist, as an individual consciousness. Prove that what you believe to be "you" is not just a collection of firing synapses within the nervous system.
Perhaps you're agreeing with this fact, though. Scientifically minded, you must be aware that you don't truly exist, that it's all within the brain. Perhaps you'll readily admit that you don't really exist, that you're just electrochemical patterns within the brain, itself simply cells produced by combinations of molecules, themselves simply atoms combined together. Perhaps you're fully aware that you're nothing but the remnants of a long-dead star, that just happened to combine in a shape that has somehow generated the delusion that it is an individual being, capable of intelligent thought.
You can know this, but it's particularly hard to actually
feel it. You barely even have to think to move your hand, look at it, and know it to be
your hand. You feel a location of existence, oriented around the body, isolated from the rest of the universe. You know that even if you separate an arm or a leg, what remains as "you" is, more or less, still in tact, so you know the body is not you, and if part of the brain is damaged, "you" may
still be able to remain in tact.
It eventually becomes easier not to question what part of you is "you," and simply acknowledge that you exist. It becomes a given. Something taken for granted. And at least for much of humanity, the prospect of losing this self through death, or perhaps amnesia or dementia, is a terrifying thought and therefore ignored for the sake of the present moment in which the self continues to exist.
I hope I didn't lose you in my rant, but the point I'm trying to make is... like yourself, God is a mental construct. At least for some, it is the perceived "universal consciousness," perhaps that of the combined minds of sentient beings, each individual acting like a single neuron within a larger brain. Which is not to say Man is God. That would be arrogant, and a complete disregard for the entire model of the universe. But we're certainly a part of it.
This is all just my random thoughts, of course, and I'll probably change them as need be, but imagine for a moment that God loves you, not because it's some invisible parental figure in the sky, but because it is part of you (or rather, you're a part of it.) God doesn't intervene because it's you. You're pretty much asking yourself to intervene on your behalf, waiting and waiting and not acting because you think you'll come along to save yourself. Which is a bit weird.
The world doesn't run on miracles. Not every little thing can ever be perfect. And to say God doesn't exist simply because he didn't make your life amazing is pretty much forgetting the entire point of life. We're not here as privileged individuals or heroes around whom the entire universe revolves. We're just little temporary knots of consciousness in a great tangle of... stuff. And we have to take the bad with the good, no matter how fleeting the good, or how excruciatingly long the bad. To be honest, I think I've started to wonder if the Meaning of Life is humility.
I've thought a long while about "What if, like in that show Quantum Leap, we are all the same person, but living from birth to death before leaping into some other life, then forgetting everything we ever learned within that life, even that we ever had that life? What if we're all the same person, and even that that person is God?" It seems that many Eastern religions have similar views on the matter - basically, that every individual is God pretending he's not God, and all at the same time.
I don't know, it's something to think about, I guess. I'll stop chattering. Just know that, even with atheism, you can awaken a sort of spirituality about it all. When you look at the vastness, and the beauty, of the universe just as-is... you start to realize how little the problems of a single human really matter in the vast scheme of things. And yet, you're a part of it all. You're a piece of the universe. You and it are one. And then you start to think... "Maybe I do matter after all."
Which I guess goes against that humility thing I said before, but that's life for you. Everything is different, yet the same.