Why Do We Question?


From somewhere I blurfed today...


From last week's NYT - Darwin's God. (Register - it's free.)

Call it God; call it superstition; call it, as Atran does, “belief in hope beyond reason” — whatever you call it, there seems an inherent human drive to believe in something transcendent, unfathomable and otherworldly, something beyond the reach or understanding of science. “Why do we cross our fingers during turbulence, even the most atheistic among us?”

I don't cross my fingers, touch wood. Funnily enough all this talk of superstition and the concept of demarcating the sacred from the profane are something I have been reading a lot about recently, in The Happiness Hypothesis and Cosmopolitanism. Also something I expect to come across in another recent purchase - The God Part Of The Brain.

A quote from this NYT article is also appropriate in regards to comments from my best friend Mariah in a prior post:

Fear of death is an undercurrent of belief. The spirits of dead ancestors, ghosts, immortal deities, heaven and hell, the everlasting soul: the notion of spiritual existence after death is at the heart of almost every religion. According to some adaptationists, this is part of religion’s role, to help humans deal with the grim certainty of death. Believing in God and the afterlife, they say, is how we make sense of the brevity of our time on earth, how we give meaning to this brutish and short existence. Religion can offer solace to the bereaved and comfort to the frightened.

However, "wouldn't it be nice if..." doesn't strike me a justifiably sensible way to guide the direction of my life. I don't live as if I'm going to win the lottery tomorrow, even though that would be nice too.


Quote from someone somewhere last year:

If it wasn't for the New York Times, there'd be nothing to blog about.



Posted by: expat@large on Mar 11, 07 | 11:00 pm | Profile


why do i always start thinking of religion class in high school... huh, huh?

re the nyt ...absolutely true...*bless your heart*

Posted by: savannah on Mar 12, 07 | 3:39 am

I don't know. Some kinda trauma? I could tell you stories...

(I know, I already do..)

Posted by: expat@large on Mar 12, 07 | 9:26 am

omg, i just answered your comment on dh's blog....i swear, sugar, you are insanely inspired, i was *cue overdrawn southern drawl here* absolutely devasted and overcome by the misfortunes of mah family today and you, sir...brought forth the light and hope of salvation of an otherwise woebegone, desolate and mourneful evening...

Posted by: savannah on Mar 12, 07 | 10:17 am

Oh, yeah the date on DH... went straight over my head.

As for the rest - sorry to find you in such a state, if I made you smile despite this, my work here is done...

Beam me up, Scotty.

Posted by: expat@large on Mar 12, 07 | 4:47 pm

Hi. I responded to yours on mine or mine on yours. Whatever. Maybe we should just merge our blogs into one all purpose megablog and see if anybody notices?

Posted by: Dick on Mar 13, 07 | 12:58 am

and i just answered you on yours, dh :) with an implied ps to e@l

Posted by: savannah on Mar 13, 07 | 2:40 am

i have forgotten my manners, thank you, e@l...you are a gracious and kind host.

Posted by: savannah on Mar 13, 07 | 3:25 am

Im crashing your party with Nat on the 14/06/07 see you in melb then

Posted by: the Ex on Mar 13, 07 | 4:14 am


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