Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
This is part of an ongoing examination of likelihood of the existence of god based on claims that he created the universe and of his perfection.
Ah, how sweet the flowers of spring! Visual, olfactory, even auditory delights await the moment we enter our gardens. And yet, for many of us, this joy comes more as an assault than a gift. We step outside and our eyes tear up, our noses fill with disgusting goo, and we can barely breathe.
Now, given god's supposed perfection, one would not expect such a violent reaction from something that offers such joy -- it's almost as if he were performing some sort of twisted experiment: see the pretty flowers? Zap! Ha ha! Enjoy the pretty flowers and you suffer! God is, we're told, perfect so clearly this could not be a mistake. It must be part of his design.
So if allergies are part of god's plan and he gave us them intentionally, does that mean taking Actifed is circumventing his wishes? Is Sudafed a sin? And why, exactly, does god not want us to go outside and enjoy the beauty he supposedly created? Is he really that cruel or is it just part of his ongoing war against anything fun or enjoyable?
Also, if we were created in god's image, does that mean god suffers from allergies?
When it comes down to it, allergies are, at best, proof of god's utter incompetence. So either god is a bumbling idiot (in which case, why do anything other than pity him) or he is a sick and cruel beast, worthy of defeat not deification. More likely, however, and certainly more simply, god just doesn't exist. This last is the theory that best fits the observed data, including the problem of allergies.
So when you find yourself afflicted by this gift from god, give thanks to science and go pick up some antihistamines.