Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1397

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1397
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I sat with Trish for a while until I recovered my composure enough to face the others.

“Why don’t you believe in God, Mummy?” she asked me.

“I don’t know if you’d understand my answer, sweetheart, and I’m not patronising you, it’s simply that you haven’t enough life experience to understand where I’m coming from.”

“I’ll do my best, Mummy.”

“I know you will.” I paused while I tried to express what I assumed would be a very complex argument. In the end I said, “Okay, the essence is, there is no scientifically testable evidence for the existence of God. There is no logical basis for the existence of God. The only people who believe are those who are making an emotional statement, it isn’t based on rationale, it’s based on faith–and that may or may not have formed because of an emotional experience.

“I’m not knocking other people’s experience or even their belief–that’s up to them, but there is nothing there which presses my buttons, so I have to go with my disbelief or agnosticism. I don’t know, which is the difference between me and believers. They claim to know–I claim not to know.”

“So if you’d met God or Jesus or someone, you’d believe?”

“Um–probably not.”

“Why not, wouldn’t that prove it for you?”

“No, because the mind can play tricks on us. Many people who claim visions and such were probably having some sort of emotional experience already, and their minds might have brought in whatever they experienced to make them feel better. A delusional experience, or even a dream. But we each have different standards of proof. Mine happens to require scientific standards of evidence, most people don’t.”

“Don’t scientists believe in God, then?”

“Oh yeah, loads do, Gramps does–but I don’t. I had bad experiences when I was younger through religion, so maybe my view is a trifle jaundiced. If you want to believe–you carry on, but don’t expect me to change because of it–I won’t without evidence.”

She looked perplexed. “I love you, Mummy, and I think you’re very clever. Sister Maria is also very clever, but she believes in God.”

“Which as I said is her prerogative, that she does doesn’t mean she’s right, neither does it mean she’s wrong any more than it proves my argument one way or the other. I mean do you believe in Father Christmas?”

“Only if it means I get lots of presents,” she chuckled.

“Well yes, I can see that as reasoning however ill founded it is. But that’s the same reason some people believe in God.”

“So they get lots of presents?” she looked bewildered.

“Of a sort–first, it means they’re not alone, they have their god; second, they believe in some form of life after death despite there being no evidence to support it. So, worship your god and you get to heaven instead of hell where all the unbelievers go.”

“Yes, you don’t want to go to hell, do you, Mummy.”

“I don’t believe there is a heaven or hell, so how can I go to them?”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“What if I’m right? What happens to all the people who believed in heaven and find there isn’t one?”

“They’ll be very disappointed, won’t they?”

“No, they’ll be very dead.”

“But they’ll know won’t they?”

“I er doubt it, because brain function ceases quite quickly once you die.”

“But what about all those people’s experiences an’ Jesus told ‘em he’d give them everlasting life an’ things.”

“If that’s your evidence, it wouldn’t last for long. There is no evidence there ever was a Jesus.”

“But everyone knows he lived.”

“Same as Father Christmas–you ever seen him?”

“Um, no.” She paused, “What about the Gospels? They saw Jesus.”

“No they didn’t, they were written years afterwards, some longer after than others.”

“What about St Peter, he met Jesus.”

“And he wrote a Gospel–he was an uneducated fisherman–probably couldn’t read or write.”

“Maybe God helped him.”

“Maybe he didn’t.”

“I don’t like arguing with you, Mummy, you’re too clever.”

“No, I’m more experienced. Like I said earlier, you either believe or you don’t. You could bring the Pope in here and he wouldn’t be able to convince me in a million years. He’d be able to convince me that he believed, but I doubt he’d find anything acceptable to me.”

“I don’t know what to think, Mummy.”

“It doesn’t matter, sweetheart, what matters is how you live. There are lots of people who have a religion and act like monsters, and there are some who act like saints. The same goes for we unbelievers too, some of us are nice some aren’t.

“If believing helps you to live responsibly, and to care about others–then it’s good. If it means you act irresponsibly or judgementally, then that isn’t good. So, I think it’s how you live that matters–not if there is or isn’t a God, unless that belief helps you to live responsibly.”

“Um–I don’t know what to think.”

“Just listen and read things as you go along and try and understand your experiences as informing how you live, and possibly what you believe. It’s a free country, so if you do or don’t believe is acceptable–it wasn’t always so, and isn’t in some countries today. Then again, some countries banned religion as well, which is also wrong. We should be free to choose what we believe, in the same way we should be free to choose who we are and what gender represents that best–or even none at all.”

“How can people be no gender, Mummy, aren’t we all boys or girls?”

“No, some of us are uncomfortable in both the established genders, they don’t feel themselves to be male or female rather they feel they are neither.”

“That’s weird, Mummy.”

“For you, but they might feel the same about you embracing femaleness.”

“But I am, female.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know–what I’m trying to say, is there are some people who don’t agree with you and prefer to remain genderless.”

“I don’t like that.”

“I’m not very comfortable with it either, but in order to claim acceptance we have to accept others providing they accept us. It’s being responsible for what you feel and consequently what you think, say or do. And if the most that some genderless person does is to make me think about things which are outside my comfort zone, then I have to accept them and deal with my discomfort.”

“I don’t want to think about that, Mummy, it’s too unpleasant.”

“But you see, years ago people were made to be male or female, it’s still the predominant system, but it isn’t enough to encompass all the various groups we have now. Some probably have greater validity than others, but we have to at least accept them if we want to be recognised ourselves.”

“But you look like a lady.”

“So can a drag artist, but he’s still a man, not a woman.”

“You breast feed.”

“I believe that can be arranged for men to do as well with the right hormones.”

“Did you have hormones, then?”

“Not really, no; it sort of just happened to me–psychosomatic, I expect.”

“Unless God did it.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t think I’m very happy with that argument.”

“Maybe it was the blue light, so you can make Auntie Stella’s boobs work, too.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy, Trish, goodness look at the time–I think I’d better dash out and get some fish and chips.”

“Oh yes please, Mummy, I love them.”

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