I am an a-atheist. That is, I don’t believe in atheism. Atheism isn’t real. At least, irreligiousness isn’t real; it isn’t possible. It is a practiced delusion. In demographics, there may be other universals, but all people are religious. Those who claim not to be, are simply religious about irreligion or some favorite “-ism”, such as environmentalism, statism, or even scientism. Naturalism seems to me as generally accepted as religion, akin to gaia worship or simple paganism or animism. Even secularism was developed as a religious alternative to Christian orthodoxy. Scientism is probably the weirdest religion. One can see how self-importance and ego lead someone to establishing self as god and subsequently extending that to the personal universe where nothing can possibly be higher than oneself, but that is simply idolatrous narcissism–not atheism.

I suppose if one wishes to define atheism as simply a denial of a formal god as held to by this religion or that, and thus as essentially deism, well, then that would be reasonable, but atheism is defined as the belief in NO god, no divine, no supernatural. I find that impossible. It is equivalent to claiming there is no reason. If there is no reason, then we cannot even wonder about the matter. The fact is that most atheists are simply anti-Christian, or perhaps slight more generally against all traditional (read “authoritarian,” at least in their mind) organized denominations or recognized religious organizations. Their religion turns out to be working against my religion, and their god turns out to be the same as mine, but their god is without any moral authority. Relativism rules in most modern “personal” religions.

I stated that scientism is a weird religion. If we note that science addresses itself to that which we can test and verify and test again, then it excludes itself from the religious realm, from the revealed, from the supernatural. Science is concerned ONLY with the natural. Science asks why, but only in the “how” sense, not in the ultimate meaning or fundamental reason of why. I like to simplify it to the following: “Why does anything happen? Because Gibbs free energy was minimized.” Of course that is over simplified, but it gets to the bottom of all actions in the natural, physical universe. If there is inadequate energy, if the barrier was too great, if there was no physical path for the transformation or action, then it doesn’t happen. Of course, none of that addresses the fundamental “why”. That is, we do not really know why a mixture of hydrogen and oxygen combine to form water whenever it is given a spark. We know why we tried the experiment. We know why the explosion occurred when we supplied the spark. We even fairly understand the thermodynamics and quantum mechanics involved, but we don’t know why it is all the way it is. That is outside the realm of science. Science has no authority in such regards.

So, how does science come to be religiously held? How does science morph to scientism where it holds its own dogma and has its own radical fundamentalists? I don’t know. It seems too irrational to suppose that people could ascribe to science the authority and moral standing most religions ascribe to the deity. And, I know that some denominations of environmentalism and the global-warming catastrophists behave just like radical fundamentalists of the traditional religions.

Jim Mahoney at American Thinker (http://www.americanthinker.com/2012/11/the_demographic_that_matters.html ) discusses fatherlessness as a growing and dangerous fixture of our society. He points out that indicating “None” in response to a [survey] question regarding religious affiliation is now a full 20% of our population, and up to a third among the young (early twenties). That is surprisingly high to me. I suspect that most of those 20% would admit to identifying with the faith of their relatives, but they simply have no commitment to it nor conscientious faith in it. Thus, neither atheist nor theist. I suspect they mainly have successfully avoided thinking about the issue. Religion just seems irrelevant to many people today. However, it is not.

William Blake said, “Man must and will have some religion; if he has not the religion of Jesus, he will  have the religion of Satan, and will erect the synagogue of Satan, calling the Prince of this World ‘God’, and destroying all who do not worship Satan under  the name of God.”

He is correct. Mr. Mahoney suggests that this is what we are seeing with our current government. Our current leadership driving the agenda of the country has abandoned God and taken up other religion in various names and forms that all, in the end, amount to the worship of him who opposes our very soul as adversary to all that is good, to all that every one of us is.

I have fought as I am able to stand for truth and resist radical fundamentalism since I was very young. I can find no difference between the catastrophists of global-warming alarmism and those who condemn us for not pretending the earth is a mere six thousand years old, nor for that matter who condemn us for a multitude of sins that generally amount to prejudice and fear.

So, I will continue to do my best to be a good father to my children, support to my wife, and leader in my home. Perhaps I will find that I can help beyond that as well, with God’s graciousness. I will continue, and I will continue to choose to do so.

In the mean time, remember that William Blake was not alone. The evidence of the truth that humans are inherently religious is readily apparent. Even the prophet of the 60s, Bob Dylan reminds us:

Gotta Serve Somebody by Bob Dylan (Slow Trian Coming)

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame  
You may be living in another country under another name  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed  
 
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  
 
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say  
 
You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody  

Copyright © 1979 by Special Rider Music Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/gotta-serve-somebody

Let’s stretch a bit more and add Terry Scott Taylor, another prophet:

William Blake

from the album “Vox Humana”

Words and Music by Terry Taylor Arrangement by Terry Taylor and Tim Chandler ©1984 Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP)

Tyger, tyger burning bright
In deep forests of the night
And little lamb you are the light
That is burning in one Child tonight
Who felt it so?
Who wrote it down?
Who lifts my soul?
Who wears the crown?
 
Sleep, William Blake
All is well
There’s a marriage up in heaven tonight
There’s a fire in hell
You were not mad
I know time will tell
William Blake
The wild wind’s weeping, the night grows cold
The child is sleeping, the man grows old
The seed is dying, the child unfolds
And he walks upon the streets of gold
Who is the child?
Who is the man?
Who makes me smile?
Who loves the lamb?
Sighing lovers sleep and dream
Upon the wind the music floats
The piper pipes at gates of dawn
And draws us on to starry boats

http://www.danielamos.com/da/voxhumana/williamblake.html

And, for good measure, it just seems right to include Kipling:

The Gods of the Copybook Headings


AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us.
They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!