Where Are You, Lord?
“From the middle, the theist may appear naïve and sentimental – the atheist bleak and cold,” observes Murtagh in Proof of Divine. “But could it be that the atheist just accepts the hard truth that everything is meaningless as opposed to the wishful thinking of folklore fable? It would be better to face reality than to pretend. Oh, but we do. To escape the fairy tale of God, yet avoid the consequence of nihilism and absurdity, we do the last thing we can. We invent our own imaginary friend. Here, we place our own individual definitions on good, evil, love, purpose, morality, and truth. Into the black hole, we descend farther and farther. We arrive at Wonderland but forge ahead. We continue to the last stop, despite how dark and dim it appears. At the deepest point of the abyss, there is only darkness. We free ourselves from the fantasy of meaning, yet find ourselves playing make-believe in the dark to pass the time.”