I wish you all a very Happy Christmas and a wonderful New Year - may 2013 be kind to us all.
I shall quote just one which is so disturbing I just had to share it with you. This is the sum total of how he viewed all humanity, including his life. His name, Mark Twain:
I don't know about you but I found this to be utterly stunning and incredible that anyone can come to the conclusion that this is the total sum of their existence - total failure and nothing - and this by a man of such great genius and intellect. If only he knew that here on Cosmos Diabolicus, as I call it, we can use just 5% of our brain power - some a little more, some a little less, but we will one day we operate at 100% efficiency - imagine that, when everything will make sense to us and when we shall all be blissfully happy.
I can quote other famous atheist men who at the end of their lives came to similar conclusions but time does not permit me to expand on this here. However, I read somewhere that atheism is much harder to believe than Christianity. In mathematical terms to be an atheist and to explain creation one has to believe that:
Nobody x Nothing = Everything
as opposed to:
Somebody x Something out of Nothing = Everything
I suggest the second formula is much easier to accept than the first.
I compare Mark Twain's spoken word to the death of my own mother and her unspoken words, as a believer. She did not have to say anything - her actions were much more vocal than mere words. She had been unconscious for a number of days in hospital after a tragic illness. She awoke one morning and fortunately my sister, Maggie and I were at the hospital by her bedside. We could converse quite well with her and she could converse back, but then she drifted back into unconsciousness. She awoke a few hours later in the afternoon, looking in my direction, but I thought not directly at me - perhaps just behind me. I have never seen such a wonderful and loving smile on any face. It was as though someone standing right behind me had come to collect her and take her to paradise. After that moment we knew our real mother had gone and only her shell remained in her bed. I often wonder whether this person was my father . . . . or maybe Jesus Himself. Perhaps one day I shall know when it is my turn to make that journey.