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I believe that truth is important. I think most would agree. So how does one arrive at the “truth”?

Let’s start with an example. Let’s say I make a product that I claim cures cancer. I call this product EffCancer. I *could* just say, “Take my word for it,  EffCancer works.” That seems a little odd doesn’t it? Wouldn’t you want verifiable evidence that it works? Instead of just taking my word for it, you could do your own tests involving cancer patients and EffCancer. It would be very easy to see if the product actually made a difference. To test it carefully, you would have to remove all other drugs from the cancer patient (or know very well how the current drugs a patient is on could interact with EffCancer or said patients).

You would use a placebo drug (a drug that you know does nothing, like a sugar pill). This is what is known as your control group. This helps weed out any further irregularities that could affect the experiment.

In this kind of test, you’d also want to remove as much human bias as possible. You’d have the personnel giving the EffCancer/placebos to the patients be unaware whether they are giving EffCancer/placebo. This helps eliminate human bias by not suggesting to the patient what they are getting.

Then, you can finally look at the results. If your study is large, you can plug the numbers into the computer and look at the rates to see if EffCancer actually made a difference.

Science isn’t that hard. We do it every day. On our commutes we try different routes to see which is the fastest. This can sometimes be a moving target in various seasons, but once we have several tests under our belt we look at the data and can tell generally which route is the fastest. This is science. When we are children we bang on pots and pans, testing to see the different sounds and volumes of each. This is also science.

The scientific process can be applied to anything in life. When we don’t use it in certain segments of our lives we are short-changing ourselves in discovering the truth about the world around us.

I think the starting point for a religious person is, is that there IS something mystical, and they start from that viewpoint.

As an atheist, I’m trying to come from the viewpoint of, I don’t know what is there — let’s take a look and see.

In Genesis 2, Adam and Eve are told they can eat from any of the trees, except the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.


How did we ever get past this chapter and not realize there is already a problem? Why wasn’t this a clue to me and the multitudes of the faithful that “God” doesn’t want us to know something? It’s immoral to eat from a tree simply because “God said so”, because eating that tree could help you *know* things?

Of course, this is a common argument among theists — “God said it, so I believe it. That’s good enough for me.” What? Seriously? You don’t want to question this supposed being? An “all-perfect God” can’t handle a couple of your questions? This is very problematic. Basically, you are asked to give up your intellectual abilities of question and reason in order to serve him. If God does exist, I ‘m not sure I’d be interested in serving him, if he requires such apparent unthinking devotion.

There are plenty of other problems for religion, but here’s another one I wondered about recently. If these beings were created perfectly, and humans are degenerating because of sin, it would be reasonable to say that earlier humans should be smarter and more capable than we are now. However, the evidence seems to suggest that earlier humans were very ignorant of how the world/universe works. Did Gods forget to explain to Adam and Eve how physics works and that the stars are performing fusion that forges the materials that make up the universe? Or was he too busy telling him which tree they shouldn’t eat from?

Why didn’t Adam and Eve have cell phones, computers, or any other plethora of electronic or mechanical devices that make life more comfortable for us humans? Was God just intentionally keeping them in the dark? Why did God let the people to continue to think poorly of women or own slaves, even telling them at times to take people as slaves? Seems like God could’ve been like, as the comedian Eddie Izzard said, maybe one of the commandments should have been “don’t fucking own people” (this is from a comedian whose name I cannot recall at this moment). No, he felt it more important to tell people which animals they supposedly shouldn’t eat. Bacon? Bad. Owning people? Okay.

Why didn’t I realize how absurd all this was until I was in my late 20s? Maybe, because I, too, was not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge, choosing instead to remain in my ignorance. My life is much better now that I do eat from that beautiful and metaphorical thing called the tree of knowledge.

“When I became convinced that the Universe is natural–that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell, the dungeon was flooded with light, and all the bolts, and bars, and manacles became dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf, or a slave. There was for me no master in all the wide world–not even in infinite space. I was free–free to think, to express my thoughts–free to live to my own ideal–free to live for myself and those I loved–free to use all my faculties, all my senses–free to spread imagination’s wings–free to investigate, to guess and dream and hope–free to judge and determine for myself–free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the “inspired” books that savages have produced, and all the barbarous legends of the past–free from popes and priests–free from all the “called” and “set apart”–free from sanctified mistakes and holy lies–free from the fear of eternal pain–free from the winged monsters of the night–free from devils, ghosts, and gods. For the first time I was free. There were no prohibited places in all the realms of thought–no air, no space, where fancy could not spread her painted wings–no chains for my limbs–no lashes for my back–no fires for my flesh–no master’s frown or threat–no following another’s steps–no need to bow, or cringe, or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free. I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously, faced all worlds.

And then my heart was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, and went out in love to all the heroes, the thinkers who gave their lives for the liberty of hand and brain–for the freedom of labor and thought–to those who fell in the fierce fields of war, to those who died in dungeons bound with chains–to those who proudly mounted scaffold’s stairs–to those whose bones were crushed, whose flesh was scarred and torn–to those by fire consumed–to all the wise, the good, the brave of every land, whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons of men. And then I vowed to grasp the torch that they had held, and hold it high, that light might conquer darkness still.”

— Robert G. Ingersoll

“The Cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.” – Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Carl Sagan’s series, Cosmos, was done in 1980. How the FUCK did I not see these videos until 2013? Even since then, science has progressed forward. Holy shit. Fuck.

I’m astounded that there is so much that I don’t know that we know much about. We know that there are hundreds of billions stars just in our galaxy. We know that there are hundreds of billions of galaxies. How was it that I not taught these basic things? How did I not know?

Evolution is well documented. But, hey, creation and all that.

I wonder how my life would have been different if I had discovered these things much earlier. It was told to me that the dinosaurs didn’t live hundreds of millions of years ago. They were killed a few years ago in a flood.

Fuck that bullshit. I’m angry that people tried to tell me that there was some sort of proof that the earth was only a few thousand years old.

But yet, we know – most scientists explain, that the earth is some four and half billion years old because of REAL, physical evidence.

I wish I could go back to “kid” me and say, yes, dinosaurs died out some 165 million years ago. I was told something different and because those in authority were the ones telling me, I, of course believed it. But it is utter bullshit. There are layers of geological strata all over the world that match up and confirm this “supposed” 165 million years. There is not a question among geologists. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I wish I was telling this to myself 15 or 20 years ago and saying, “WE KNOW ABOUT SOME OF THIS FUCKING STUFF”. There is not a question!!! There are questions about some things, but those questions are not about the things we have figured out.

13.7 some billion years there was something like a big bang that started our universe. Of this, scientists are almost all in accord. How the fuck did I only learn this in the last couple years of my life? Science has many answers to give, but we can’t ignore the answers it has already given us!! So much knowledge and no one gives a shit. Or at least we’re not expressing it properly if people don’t.

The atoms in our bodies came from atoms formed in stars going through a process of fusion, creating the heavier elements of carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, et al. That is where they came from, there is evidence. We can observe this process in other stars.

How I wish there was evidence of a loving, benevolent, “God”. There is none. I’ve racked my brain trying to find some – to hope that maybe it’s possible. That maybe there is a higher power interested in my life. But that, now, seems egotistical to me. I have no more belief in a god than a Santa Claus. Why should there be? If a biblical god exists, it sees he should express himself more clearly.

It requires faith to believe in a God. That is defined by the Bible as “evidence in things not seen”. That is clearly not scientific.

I’ve had people tell me that God exists outside the realm of the natural and observable. Yet, we have scientific instruments that can observe things outside the realm of human observality. Devices that can observe microwave and ultraviolet waves, as well as radio waves. There’s a ton of things going on that humans can’t directly observe that we have scientific instruments for. Yet, somehow, “God” is outside of these things as well. But somehow, we can know what he/she is telling us? Did our brains somehow become able to detect things unobservable by any scientific instruments?

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I just wish I had been told at an earlier age about the things we know. The big bang. Evolution. Other science shit. Fuck. It would have given me a better understanding of where I was going with a theology degree, and what it meant when I fully believe that a superior being created everything. Because a lot of that stuff is just plain bullshit.



*This post was inspired by philhellenes and his Youtube video, “Why Didn’t Anybody Tell Me?“.

I certainly didn’t want to be one. I fought it. Tried to rationalize a reason that belief in an all-powerful deity was reasonable. But I couldn’t. That’s really the crux of it. I am, or at least was, a reluctant atheist.

I had, at one point in my life, been studying to be a minister. I was very much a Christian and enjoyed all the things that belief provided. A Heavenly Father who was perfect and cared immensely about the goings-on in my life. Someone I could talk to any moment of the day about anything. Who *wouldn’t* want that?

When I first started shedding the idea that a god existed, it was painful. After I fully realized God didn’t exist, I went into a mourning period (am I still there?) — much as if I’d lost a loved one to death. There was nothing easy about it, especially since around that time my grandfather also passed and I was unsure what to do with lack of an afterlife. Previously, I thought that pretty much everyone went to heaven (a heretical belief, but one that stemmed from the idea that God is love). So, of course, my awesome grandpa was going to go to the grand upstairs and I would see him again. Now, the realization of a godless world also meant that the temporary deaths of my loved ones was no longer temporary. The loss of god also meant I needed to grieve the deaths I had experienced more fully than I had.

I liked my life as a Christian — the community, the comforting friend in the sky, the neatness with which everything was all wrapped up. When I was studying to be a minister, my family seemed to take an interest for the things I was interested in, which is really what this post is probably about.

I am excited about the Cosmos re-make. I have posted continually for the last several months about how excited I am about it. I encouraged people to watch and just learn some simple science.  Aside from Mrs. Gupler (who is cool with learning science), have I heard one peep about any interest in it from anyone in my family? Nope. Nada. Zilch. None. This kind of depresses me greatly, as it seems that them being interested in me as a minister didn’t have anything to do with me.

This also troubles me because I’m thinking about going to to school to become an astrophysicist, quite different than my first career direction. I do wonder what my family will think, or if they’ll even care. It can be a little discouraging when considering a daunting task, to not feel supported by the majority of your family (or even have them express the slightest bit of interest). I need to remember that I have to do what is right for me. I want to learn what really makes the world tick.

So, its just me (and Mrs. Gupler, thank His Noodly Appendage!) considering embarking on this career change.

It’s scary and exciting. I don’t *want* to be an atheist, at least by choice.

But, by choice, I do *want* to be an astrophysicist.

Brand: Carlos Torano

Cigar Name: Circa 1995 Dominican Selection Robusto

Had this cigar last Friday night, so my recollection may be fuzzy. Construction seemed quite decent. Smelled average. A little hard to light (my humidor is probably a little too humid). Draw was tight, but not overly so. The burn was a little hard to keep even. Had to touch up several times. Not sure how to describe flavor, but it seemed harsh for what I liked. But not so harsh that I couldn’t smoke it to the nub. 🙂 Probably would not buy again unless it was a good deal.

Apparently I need to take some notes as to the flavors (as Mrs. Gupler suggested), as I don’t really remember those. So, ya.

As you can see, some updates are taking place. The old posts from 2009 will soon go away are gone, as they are no longer relevant to what this website is about. I’m not entirely sure what its going to be, but it should be fun. At least as a place for me to vent. Heh.

Basically, I’ll talk about whatever the hell I want to because it’s my website. If you don’t like that, get your own damn website. Of course science is a big topic that I’m interested in. There’s a lot of pseudo-science as well as non-science and I’m going to work hard to present the truth with facts about things we actually know about. You won’t find any voo-doo or woo-woo here.

I also plan to review cigars. I’ve never reviewed cigars before and I’m trying to have about one a week. We’ll see if that happens. It very well could.

I know one of the first things coming up to talk about: The new Cosmos series with Neil deGrasse Tyson! Here’s their Facebook page:

and website:

It debuts on Fox and National Geographic on March 9th, 2014. That’s a Sunday night, so you are likely to be home. Watch it. Learn shit. Be happy.

What else awaits on this wondrous wide web? 🙂