i have, of course, been a filthy little atheist since i acquired the power of critical thinking. exploring the natural, in my view, is infinitely more interesting and rewarding than the contrived, insidious and anachronistic tales of the supernatural that dominate many so many lives.
i believe it is a moral imperative to think critically about everything. we should question the values and biases we've inevitably inherited from our parents, and we should continue to reevaluate our beliefs for as long as we live. encouraging children to practice dipassionate critical thinking should be the primary function of compulsory education. it is not my intent to preach, but i will provide an example. i was vegetarian from fourth grade into college, originally becasue i believed it wrong to kill animals. today i am mostly vegetarian as a way of mitigating the harm i do in our world. industrial meat farming devastates the environment. and, while i've decided there's no harm in killing a creature that has no emotional connections, i do believe no feeling creature should be treated with indifference. consider the hog.
About us
Once accustomed to each others daily company in a hexagonal room, looking not much unlike the 25 other odd male inhabitants in a conformity-intended ensemble, we occupied the same high school space. In running the risk of cliched nostalgic reminiscence; those were certainly days of bro-bonding like none other.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
