I wanted to write a post on why I’m an atheist, but it took me two years to get to a point to where I could not only say I don’t believe in god, but the stronger point yet, where I say there is no god for me to believe in. During that two years, I thought about so many things from so many different points of view that to go back and rehash every argument in my head would be pointless (for me) and a time consuming venture as well.
So with that, I’ll cover a point here and there and if you follow along long enough, maybe you’ll see how I ended up where I’m at.
A point I’ve shared several times lately is the question, “what makes you think you’re significant?”
I illustrate this example with the number of stars in our universe. Picture a 5 gallon bucket full of sand. For every single grain of sand in that bucket there are 100 stars in the universe. But, there’s more. There are another 100 stars for every single grain of sand on earth. Every beach, every gravel pit, every single grain of sand. Our sun is a typical sized star and it’s 1,000,000 times bigger than our earth. One million earths could fit in it. And there are 100 more stars for every grain of sand.
In real numbers, that’s 70 sextillion stars, or 70,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. That means that for every person on earth, there are around 116,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars in the sky. Each one on average capable of holding 1,000,000 earths inside them.
Considering all of that, we as humans are infinitesimally small. And there are a whopping 6,000,000,000 of us. So, if there is a god, what makes you think you’re the least bit significant? He seems to like making stars more than us. Maybe that’s what he wanted to create and we are his after thoughts.
Or…. Maybe we’re a random product of chance in that gigantic universe and god is a creation of early man, created to deal with the anxiety that would have come with understanding our finite life span? I’m thinking it would be much easier for man to create god, than for god to create man… and all of those stars.