Originally posted by whodey
My arguement against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was suppo ...[text shortened]... tures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
C.S. Lewis
(Not my father, as I mentioned in my post, but my grandfather suffers from schizophrenia, etc. No worries. Anyway...moving on.)
I recently wrote an paper for an English class regarding the perspectives on classical theism of Lewis and Shelley. Both are very stubborn about their beliefs; Lewis is a theist (a "reluctant" convert to Christianity at the age of 30) and Shelley is an atheist. Naturally nobody really knows what they are talking about when considering the supernatural. Yet both were adamant in their beliefs.
Of course both believed strongly in the power of reason. I saw that word many times in Shelley's paper "The Necessity of Theism." But reason is the true enemy of science. Reasoning the way through things is not the way to discover truth. The years and thinking between Aristotle and perhaps until about the time of the Industrial Revolution evidence that. To discover truth, one must consider all evidence objectively, dissect the evidence from each angle, form testable hypothesis, and reproducible experiments.
Both have the power of words, the power of reason, the power to sway the minds of people. But neither is convincing. Meaning in life is personal, it's wherever one finds it.
Lewis implies that without God, life is meaningless. But I find meaning anyway. I find everything extraordinary. I don't know what life, this universe, and everything means, I don't know if anybody ever will. I just know that it can be wonderful and not so wonderful.