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Just curious. Had you heard of George Smith's book, Atheism: The Case Against God? Probably the best single book there is on the subject.
I can remember when I was 11 years old, and my mother had gone back to college to work on her Master's Degree. We were Catholic, and I thought at the time that there were probably some pretty good arguments against what we believed, especially among the well educated at the university level. So, I asked her if she was worried about having her faith challenged by her university colleagues. She replied, "Oh, I don't worry about it; I just believe." I thought at the time, "How convenient, and how evasive." But I didn't say anything, because I didn't know whether my religion had the final answers or not. It was all I knew at the time, but I thought that it might not.
I didn't become an atheist though until around the age of 20. My conversion was, to some extent, influenced by William Kelley's novel, Gemini, which chronicled the philosophical saga of a young man, Bascomb McGoslin, who gave up a romance with his girlfriend, June ("Knockers") Syszmanski, to join the seminary, and of his eventual disillusionment with Catholicism. It was shortly thereafter that I read Branden's refutation of the First Cause Argument in The Objectivist Newsletter, an argument which had stuck with me ever since I was 9 years old, when a priest first indoctrinated me with it. He pointed to the proverbial oak tree, and asked where it came from? Well, of course, it came from the acorn. Then he asked, where the acorn came from. Of course, it came from the oak tree, and I could see the infinite regress looming on the horizon, a regress that could only be solved by positing a God. Most nine-year olds are powerless in the face of such an argument, and I was no exception. Of course, Ayn Rand, who had become an atheist at the same age, would have seen through it, but I was no Ayn Rand. Still, I doubted that I could defend my religion against competent opposition.
When I was 12, I had a run-in with my baseball coach, a short intellectually provocative Japanese guy by the name of Tom Ono, who used to needle me about my religion and whether I really knew what I was talking about. This was back in 1952 when the world was a pretty staid and conventional place by most standards. Of course, I doubted I did, and I was always a bit intellectually intimidated by him. How dare an adult like him philosophically assault a defenseless 12-year old. I felt like saying, go pick on some intellect your own size! So, I tended to feel a bit insecure about my world view, even though all my friends and associates were Catholic.
I'll never forget the time I went to confession with my family and a friend's family. We had to line up outside the confessional and then go in when it was our turn to confess our sins and ask for forgiveness. Sins included anything sexual (impure thoughts, impure actions, whatever). So I had a few things to confess, and when the priest, who was about 80 years old, heard my sins, he shouted (loud enough for everyone to hear), "You did WHAT??" Jesus, Mary and Joseph, give a break, Father! Then I had to exit the confessional, with everybody staring at me, like I had just murdered the Pope!
Well, as you can imagine, I was glad to get that religious monkey off my back. Atheism was a welcome conversion. Then I found Objectivism, and the rest is doctrinal history...of a decidedly different kind! ;-)
- Bill
(Edited by William Dwyer on 2/05, 6:56pm)
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