A bunch of years ago, a buddy of mine was asking me how I went from devout catholic to atheist. At one point in the story, I said I realized that my beliefs in right and wrong, and how we should treat each other, didn’t depend on the existence of god - that I would live my life the same way if you could prove there was or wasn’t a god. He seemed surprised, so I asked what he’d do differently if it was proven that god didn’t exist. He thought for a minute, then said “Well, I might kill someone.” I truly didn’t know how to process that, especially since the guy was both very kind and gigantic/ripped.
He doesn’t avoid killing someone because he won’t go to heaven when he dies, he avoids killing people because he knows he’d go to prison for the entirely of THIS lifetime, and deep in his subconscious, he knows damn well that this is all he gets.
A bunch of years ago, a buddy of mine was asking me how I went from devout catholic to atheist. At one point in the story, I said I realized that my beliefs in right and wrong, and how we should treat each other, didn’t depend on the existence of god - that I would live my life the same way if you could prove there was or wasn’t a god. He seemed surprised, so I asked what he’d do differently if it was proven that god didn’t exist. He thought for a minute, then said “Well, I might kill someone.” I truly didn’t know how to process that, especially since the guy was both very kind and gigantic/ripped.
Sorry, but this sounds like a Monty Python bit and I laughed.
“Well, I suppose I might murder someone…”
lol
I’m with you! It was surreal. I found myself thinking, “I’m glad my friend was raised in a repressive christian household.” So strange.
He doesn’t avoid killing someone because he won’t go to heaven when he dies, he avoids killing people because he knows he’d go to prison for the entirely of THIS lifetime, and deep in his subconscious, he knows damn well that this is all he gets.