A avea credință [în duhul invizibil care-i tot una cu tatăl și fiul] nu este rațional. Mai de grabă, credința este căutarea neobosită și uneori violentă a unui instinct ancestral care păstrează majoritatea indivizilor [suspendați] într-o stare între ignoranță completă (știința epocii bronzului) și rațiune rece (cunoștințele secolului al douăzeci și unu-lea).
În engleză, că așa i-am scris cuiva:
Some people cannot be saved.
Some people do not deserve saving from themselves.
Reason is just like Jesus (bear with me): it won’t come in, unless you open yourself to it.
Accepting reason, accepting the truth as implied by reason, requires courage. And, frankly, not everyone can mentally afford to be a hero.
I dare saying that every soul “saved” by bronze-age myths is a mind “shaved” off of the collective rationality (rationale, reason, call it whatever you like) and, thus, modern day progressive thinking cannot and does not apply to them.
Think of it this way: having faith is not rational. Rather, it’s the relentless and sometimes violent pursuit of some ancestral instinct that keeps most individuals today in a state between utter ignorance (bronze-age science) and cold reason (twenty-first century knowledge).
This being said, if I ever, ever get to have my own space exploration company, I will only employ atheists, because if something goes wrong, I want a modern human and a complete professional to be in charge of the ship, and not some invisible man in the sky.
Simply put: fighting religious instinct with reason is like fighting fear with a cup of tea.
[English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse any possible mistakes.]