I'm a Model Agnostic and don't believe in god or gods; however, if I did decide later on to believe in a supreme entity I would probably end up starting another "Alien" cult or going back to a variation of Transcendentalism.
“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…”
I am probably best described as a Deist. I was raised a devout Catholic (even have an aunt who is a nun), but the dogmatic nature of it rubs me the wrong way a bit.
However, I've made my peace with the Catholic Church. In the long view, every religion is going to be flawed, because religion is a construct of man, not God. It follows then, that the particular faith you follow is less important than what it does for you. This reasoning allows me to participate in Catholic rituals with my family without having to buy into all the details. I don't have the hate for religion that a lot of people have, because I think the clergy and the other people on the ground are largely good people who give more than they take. To me they are the face of religion, not ivory tower ideas about patriarchy or social control.
But why do I believe in God? Because I look around and I see beautiful things. I see the perfection of mathematics. I see love. I see the glory of nature. And to me, a giant accident is a far less likely reason for this than a God. I didn't come to my belief because I was brainwashed. I came to it because a clear rational examination of the world around me makes me think it is more likely than not.
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
Its always interesting to see someone go from (a)theist to believing in Joe Pesci.
(Why not Morgan Freeman or Alanis Morisette?)
"Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"
“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft