Oh, that's what you meant. You left off the kicker line of my comment to Alchemy: "Raise a glass to God. Tell me if I’m getting carried away." Well, I was getting carried away! I would not have said that directly to you. It was a kind of barroom cheer for the home team. Sorry that it came accross smug. It is admittedly exaggerated.

Your arguments have not been condescending or smug, which I appreciate. I think you place too much faith in human logic, but that's an acedemic proposition, not a criticism.

You're calmbering bearded on some other clambake.

At this moment I have a beard
I have no idea what that should mean
It's invisible except in a magnifying mirror
Fuzzy insipient fur
Useful as male nipples
To an atheist - ignored

"Dovina's smugness": I suppose it's because I used a smug rooster for comparison, and called myself a hen. Perhaps I should have explained that they are animals incapable of human reasoning, and that I used them as metaphors for possible incapabilities of humans. We just might be incapable of certain undefined mental processes that go beyond our treasured logical abilities. Smug? - Yes, I suppose it is in an unknown way.

Both are incomprehensible, speaking as a hen.

How do you beard an invisible guy?

Yeah, it's the science-touting, logic-claiming atheists who shoot their own feet. You'd think they'd have learned from a thousand years of science that some of the most preposterous-sounding propositions turn true. Raise a glass to the ones who don’t throw out the impossible, who go where no one has gone. Raise a glass to God. Tell me if I’m getting carried away.

I forgot to say thanks. Thanks.

When John Henry was a little baby
sittin' on his mama's knee
he picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel
said "this hammer's gonna be the death of me
Lord, Lord
this hammer's gonna be the death of me"

- a folk song I used to sing in college.

I did enjoy it. But I think it's poorly written. That would be alright, but it also takes a certain predefined view of God, which makes your gift kind of like a necktie that somebody gave you, and you didn't like, and now seeing my April Fool's Day birthday has passed, you have giftwrapped it for me. That's ok, it's the thought that counts.

"I have great faith in human ingenuity to comprehend.": Isn't that a bit like a rooster strutting about the henhouse, obviously thinking he's the smartest thing going, and will soon have all the perplexities of his surroundings figured out? I'm not calling your intelligence that of a rooster. It just seems that faith in human ability has a parallel in animal's faith in their abilities.

It’s funny. I can believe something without sound reason. It just seems right, so I go with it. It’s almost scary sometimes. I base critical decisions on unfounded beliefs. Today, I drove through a green light because I trusted drivers coming at right angle to stop. I did this at least thirty times, believing that people I have never met will do the right thing. I based my life on a belief in what usually happens.

If I had never driven through a green light, I might respond more cautiously. I might stop until no car was approaching on a collision course. Trouble is, we have to keep trucking, most of the time, and only what feels right works in the moment. So, by habit, I suppose, I look at all the reasons for God and for not-God and, finding no clear logical answer, proceed onward with a feeling that has worked on an emotional level. I think sometimes that’s all we get.

lol

I knew there was no point. I'm bored. So long.

A chicken can ask, "Why am I here in this cage, being fed?" with about as much capability of getting an answer as we can ask, "Why am I here?" In either case, even if the one in charge gives an answer, the one in the cage is not likely to understand it.

Most recently, discussing April Fools's Day.

I do not mean to bring spiritual experience into it either. On that I agree with him.