Imagine a box filled with an infinite number of slips of paper.
Imagine that each slip of paper has a possibility of how the universe was created (pre-Big Bang), what happens when you die, what your purpose is, etc.
One of the slips of paper has a Flying Spaghetti Monster on it.
If all you’ve got to go on is these slips of paper, then it’s time to start winnowing them down by asking, what is demonstrably logically possible? What is demonstrably logically impossible? What assumptions are required for each model proposed, and which requires the fewest assumptions?
Gaius Baltar: I’m a scientist…and as a scientist, I believe if God exists, our knowledge of him is imperfect. Why? Because the stories and myths we have are the stories of men; the passage of time. The religion you practice is based on a theory. Impossible to prove, yet you bestow it with absolutes like “there is no such thing as coincidence.”
“An astronomer told me once, and this is in his jurisdiction so we can trust him, he said;
“Russell, you will never understand the vastness of the Milky Way, the galaxy that we live in, it’s too big to conceptualise in your little little mind. So just imagine for a moment, that the Milky Way was the size of Great Britain, and 30 times the size of Great Britain. If that was so, our solar system, Mars, Venus, us, you remember from school, would fit into a single teacup, somewhere in Croyden.”
There are 400 million known galaxies in our universe, how can you know that, and then care if someone sticks their cock up someone else’s arse.”—
“I realized that the outer surface of what I thought was my unique, individual identity was just a set of routines. We all have an essential self, but if you spend every day chopping up meat on a slab, and sell it by the pound, soon you’ll find you’ve become a butcher. And if you don’t want to become a butcher (and why would you?), you’re going to have to cut right through to the bare bones of your own character in the hope of finding out who you really are. Which bloody hurts.”—Russell Brand (via feelunprettytoo)
“I believe in the cosmos. All of us are linked to the cosmos. So nature is my god. To me, nature is sacred. Trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals.”—-Mikhail Gorbachev (On Pantheism) (via puddingpiee)
“Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.”—Nico Lang (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
”—Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby” (via smoothkitty)