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Thursday, January 06, 2005

Two thirds empty, enroute to two thirds full

... or thereabouts, depending somewhat on your latitude.

In the midst of the usual 'rush rush ain't no time for thinkin' about it' state in which I live my commuting life, my lovely little daughter noticed something nice yesterday. As we were going to the car enroute to one of her lessons, she asked me why it was it was light out.

And hey, how 'bout that, it was, for the first time in quite some time, at least for that particular ritual. We'd got just far enough past the solstice that the sun wasn't yet set at the time I usually pick her up for said lesson.

Observant child. As she's still a bit young for angular geometry, and as we didn't exactly have a blackboard available, I didn't get too far into the details of the direction of the axial tilt versus the direction of the sun, but did tell her it had to do with such a thing, and then got to the neat part I figured I could handle describing: that yes, the days are getting longer, and it would now be staying brighter longer for about another six months; the darkest weeks of all behind us for almost another year.

Might sound like a small thing to some of you. But this town is far enough north that the nights do get kinda long. It's a nice thought, this time of year.

The absurdity of Michael Novak

Yes, one Michael Novak, apparently trained as a theologian, is claiming in The National Review Online that the 'rational atheists' are blaming his favourite invisible sky fairy (one "God", also variously called "Jehovah", "Jahweh", and "the Judaeo-Christian-Moslem sky leprechaun", depending on whom you're asking) for the natural disaster in Indonesia and environs.

Yep. This is his claim. Apparently because "That is the God that there is true joy in blaming.", or because, apparently, they're actually just trying to annoy him by making him agree with their own alleged belief that "everything at bottom is absurd". See the article here.

And if you're buying this particular bitta Florida swampland, would you also believe that the Catholic Novak is actually blaming the ancient Egyptian god Seth?

'Kay. I really just wrote this to get that line in. That's actually all I have to say here.

Oh, okay: there's also this:

Novak also seems to have developed an interesting idea that nihilism has become pervasive in culture. And fairly enough, actually, I'm with him so far. There is a lot of that going around.

But then he goes on: he thinks the atheists bugging him with that 'your benevolent God did this' taunt are actually, saying this:
My taunter does not want me to deny the reality of God on the ground that the assertion of that reality is absurd. Actually, my taunter holds that everything, at bottom, is absurd. My taunter really wants to show me that I am like him; and that I too am driven to join him in recognizing the absurd at the bottom of all things. He wants to prove that he has been smarter all along, and to watch me have to surrender as he has surrendered. He has given up his faith in reason all the way down, and he wants me to do the same.

-- Michael Novak, Blaming God First, in The National Review Online

To which I say: bullshit.

Novak would, I'm sure, very much like that to be the case. Obviously: because it would put things in the amusing light that the theologian (a theologian being one who studies invisible sky fairies) is the one who has not abandoned reason, while the rational atheist (an atheist being one who makes fun of people who believe in invisible sky fairies) is the one who has "given up his faith in reason".

But no, dearie; nice try, but that's not what's going on here. Let's go back to the first sentence in the passage: "My taunter does not want me to deny the reality of God on the ground that the assertion of that reality is absurd."...

Well, actually, Michael, yes, he probably does.

(I mean, apart from the fact that he'd probably quibble with your rather presumptious wording when you claim he's asking you to "deny the reality of God". Said atheist would probably prefer to say he's "asking you to admit the whole thing's a fairy tale". I mean, really, Mikey. "The reality of God". Pfft. One might as well talk of "The talent of John Tesh". Though I digress.)

Now. I call myself both rationalist and atheist, and I haven't actually made a habit of taunting folk with the old problem of evil thing much. This is principally because my personal view of it is if you smack a reasonably intellectually capable believer with the problem of evil, they're as likely to drop or qualify their belief in their deity's benevolence before they get to reconsidering their belief in the deity itself. And, in fact, there's some logic in their doing so; there's plenty in their own holy books which would strongly suggest their god is only benevolent between temper tantrums.

But the folk who do use the problem of evil challenge do have a point: you do have some explaining to do if your assertions are that (i) your deity exists and (ii) is benevolent, despite the fact that (iii) 150,000 people just died rather horribly (with more yet to come, sadly), for, apparently, no particular fault of their own. Your assertions in that case, are, in fact, absurd, and it's reasonable enough to point it out.

That's all the rational atheist is saying, sir. Not that "everything at bottom is absurd". They're saying that you, specifically, are absurd.

And, might I add, becoming less coherent by the column inch.

Now I suppose I can't quite claim to speak for all rational atheists. But I have read and do know a fair number of them. And I think the views of one Richard Dawkins are pretty typical. I quote, from his his piece in The Guardian a few days ago:
Not only does science know why the tsunami happened, it can give precious hours of warning. If a small fraction of the tax breaks handed out to churches, mosques and synagogues had been diverted into an early warning system, tens of thousands of people, now dead, would have been moved to safety.

-- Richard Dawkins, Letter to the editor, in The Guardian

That, I'd say, illustrates it pretty well. No, my dear obscurantist, rational atheists do not believe that the universe is absurd. We believe it makes a great deal of sense. Early warning systems work because it makes sense. Things like this don't happen because of the actions of senile, vicious gods. They don't happen because the world is crazy, or out to get us. They happen because plates move. The results, yes, are tragic--in this case, almost beyond compare. But there's nothing 'absurd' about it.

So come on, Mike. Enough with the misdirection. You want to go off on your silly 'what do you know of compassion--mah big sky daddy's all about compassion' assertion (his next gambit), fine, be my guest; it's a grand old tradition (and is also, I might add, rather absurd of you). But don't go claiming the atheists "have abandoned reason" just 'cause they've got some uncomfortable questions for you to answer. That's just not cricket.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Haloscan

So I've hooked this thing up to Haloscan, principally to get trackbacks working. The template code's still a bit iffy; working on it.

A major side effect, naturally enough: previously logged comments are now, sadly, gone (or, at least, not linked), as links to the Haloscan comment system now cover for the old Blogger native ones.

My apologies to the few of you that made them, but it seems to me this is something better done sooner than later.

Happy New Year

... and yes, I'm back. And apologies to the two or three of you who tell me you actually fairly regularly read this thing that I went mostly AWOL a while. But hey, it's been the tradition for quite some time now in the parts of the world from which my ancestors come to hole up in your cave and feast on distilled spirits and other even less healthy things for the darkest weeks immediately bookending the solstice, and this is a tradition I've always tried hard to uphold. And since the sum of my thoughts over the last several weeks has been, pretty much, "chocolate, Bushmills and Glenfiddich are tasty", I didn't particularly feel the need to regale anyone with the complex and demanding process of research by which I arrived at these startling revelations.

That said, I had a nice holiday--and the longest I've had in quite some time. New Years was a fun thing (we did a sit-down dinner with friends at a nearby dinner 'n martini den--the dinner lasting from 8:30 pm to past midnight), and I got more sustained quality time with my wife, daughter and cello than I've had in quite some time.

So Happy New Year all. We now resume irregular programming.

Let there be flamage

So PZM over at Pharyngula is on a delightful tear on the general subjects of the ugliness of religion and (more specifically) of those slimy frauds doing the 'creation science' schtick.

Gotta say: it warms the heart. Every superstition needs a good smacking around now and then. Honest, it's good both for the ranter and the rantee, periodically to pick up the faithful by the scruffs of their necks and remind them, just as a point of reference, that they are, after all, proclaiming belief in a magical sky gremlin with super powers.

Yep, let's get this straight, people: a loopy superstition's still a loopy superstition, even when it does happen to pick up enough adherents that it gets its own box on the census forms. Yes, those of you with the relatively good sense to go with various 'it's all just metaphor' approaches to said faith do come off as distinctly less ridiculous than those insisting the millenia-old creation myth of a coupla desert tribes is to be read as the script of a newsreel taken at the formation of the universe. But do let's keep in mind (taking examples from the brand of lunacy currently most popular on this continent) that the book you're arguing is a sensible place to look for said allegedly useful metaphors does contain a talking burning shrubbery, some really bad advice about handling snakes, and an alleged god who, apparently, has a bit of a hate on for fig trees.

Man, this stuff just writes itself.