October 1, 2019
I remember, all those decades ago, when I was a credulous, trusting child, being told that it was impossible to really consider the awe-inspiring wonders of living things, and the boundless universe, and not believe in god. This seemed a dubious assertion to me from the outset. Only later did I learn that this fallacy had a name: argument from personal incredulity. And the more I learned about those unquestionably wondrous wonders, the more obvious it became to me that every single definition of god I had ever heard simply crumbled under the weight of its own embarrassing fatuity.