Intro

Tired of feeling so old you think you've heard it all before? Tired of being told what to think, how to behave, what to believe? Worried about the signal-to-noise ratio affecting all your remaining functional senses? Tired of the mitigation of that all-important Signal by suffocating noise; the constant battering of your well-developed mind by media rubbish; by the constant yammering of self-interest groups; by the earnest indoctrinations of the social engineers? Wonder if the "ultimate truth" you've been fed all this time is a crock of excrement? Yup! you are like the rest of us! Unfortunately, there are no answers here . . . Just a frustrated existential rant. Beware! These are subjects forbidden in a pub, a church, a dinner party, or after-sex conversation.

Sunday 1 November 2015

Chapter 1: Atheism

There is no God!!! Let's get this out of the way first. For every 9.5 out of 10 billion primates who express an opinion that their god is best, there are about a half billion thinking monkeys that have moved on from the dark ages. 

 What's that Skippy? Timmy fallen down the well? Are you sure? What does he say, Skippy? "God is Everywhere"? Really, you mad marsupial? He said that from down his well?"

 Almost everyone who has a basic understanding of cosmology knows that the universe is not a globe. It is a multi-dimensional construct where the center is anywhere an entity is observing the rest of it. The speed of light restricts visibility to 13.5 billion light years in any direction because that is the age of the universe after the big bang. But! The universe could well be infinite outside our observation (the jury's still out on that). Imagine a 13 billion light year radius of an uncountable number of galaxies, star clusters and and other stellar unknowns, each with their own uncountable numbers of planets and stars and stuff. Where exactly is this god of 7 billion idiot primates of a speck of dirt in an insignificant stellar system, in an insignificant galaxy, in an insignificant local group of galaxies that are almost invisible in a multi-billion-light-year radius of literally trillions of insignificant galaxies?

 What's that Skippy? Timmy fallen down the well again? That Timmy. He does love his well. What does he say, Skippy? God is Inside us all? Really, you moronic marsupial? He said that from down his well?"

Inside what? Our own biochemical mess of neurons and axons in our brains? Our biological matrix of cells and molecules? The atoms that make up those molecules? How about the protons, the quarks that make up those protons? How about Planck time and space? Or, to take a Supersymetric view, all 11 dimensions of reality as explained by current Quantum Mechanics? 

 Does little Timmy, our perpetual well dweller, think that god is inside all of that space as well? He does? Ah, I think you are moving on to Religion, Skippy, which is a different subject altogether. You'd better hop off now and enjoy your life and leave Timmy to his well. There you go . . . enjoy.
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