NorthOfNorth wrote on Apr 1^st, 2013 at 5:20pm:


It's a bit like a theistic atheist. All depends on definitions.

The sun is always there - it's just a case of you not seeing it.

muso wrote on Apr 2^nd, 2013 at 1:19pm:

About time you showed up.

Yadda wrote on Apr 2^nd, 2013 at 1:38pm:

Hume might like it, but there's always the sun.

NorthOfNorth wrote on Apr 2^nd, 2013 at 7:19pm:



Its the middle of the night, where is teh sun then ?

And don't tell me; "Its coming."

I don't believe.

I don't believe, in 'tomorrow'.

Soren wrote on Apr 13^th, 2013 at 9:56pm:


If an atheist engages with the idea of god, does he cease being an atheist? A self termed atheist (by definition) would have already engaged with the idea of god (or gods) in the first place. 

Some would say that an atheist who has never in their life engaged with the idea of god, is agnostic.

I agree with the rest of your post to some extent but the context is not universal. A minority of atheists is anti-theistic, and a smaller minority is militant.   

Wasteful? How much time would the average atheist spend "not worshipping god" ?  I agree that it's wasteful dedicating your life to crusades against gods (and windmills).

There is a subtle difference in the context of "atheist" and "atheism" aside from the obvious fact that atheism is an abstract noun etc.

NorthOfNorth wrote on Apr 14^th, 2013 at 9:51am:



What is a 'webcam' ???       

What if i set up a webcam in Casey, Antarctica, right now ?





Sun and earth — Classroom Antarctica
classroom.antarctica.gov.au/continent/sun-and-earth
Nov 16, 2012 – Antarctica receives 24 hours of daylight when it is tilted towards the sun (21 December) and 24 hours of darkness or near-darkness ... it is always hot in the tropics and cold in Antarctica, and why winter is colder than summer.

Soren wrote on Apr 13^th, 2013 at 9:56pm:

We're not born scared of the dark.

We acquire that fear, during our early years, of goblins, ghosts and bogeymen who live in closets and come out to haunt us at night.

And we learn or invent mantras to keep us safe and swap them with our peers (along with tales of terror to justify our burgeoning belief in metaphysical menace).

But comes the day (usually) when, along with Santa, we begin to doubt our earliest beliefs and realise, sometimes with nostalgic regret, that our evil entities of the night do not really exist except in our fertile imagination... And we no longer believe.

And from that day, when things go bump in the night, we're sure enough that hobgoblins are not the cause, but something mundane - something responding to gravity or motion (more likely) - has collided with another or fallen.

But we do not 'believe in our disbelief' as we once believed in ghosts in the closet.

We are (if you must) 'a-spectre-ists' - and not from having thrown a hissy fit - but from having naturally grown away from believing in the fantastically improbable and towards acceptance of a more mundane (and, yes, much less colourful), yet eminently more likely, truth.