Tazio, you've been in the vino again. How could you find fault with this statement. "Teaching people to be good is wonderful." We're talking Mom and Apple Pie here. We should have an ethical basis for our society--some values we accept, follow, teach, and expect others to follow. For example:
No vino Karen... tscht, tscht... You are now attempting to create an image that simply does not exists !
I do not find fault at all. Indeed I agree with most of your points. with one exception: I will on occasions, take a "mulligan" on my golf score (tournaments excepted), this allows me legally, to repeat a bad stroke <g> .
Otherwise, I don't disagree with anything you say, although I have reservations about the tone with which you say it.
Now you are the one "on the vino". No tone, [I wonder how do you conclude the "tone" of my writings]. --are you clarivoyant too ? <g>
The point I was making is that religion is NOT a relevant factor in teaching all the goodies you sampled. On the contrary, it is a hindrance because in order to teach what you have indicated, you must believe in those things.
If you believe in those things, then, how do you justify Religion's historical record AND the official posture in many positions.
How do you square those opposing positions ?
My conclusion is, you are either a hypocrite, an ignorant of such facts, or a liar. None of those concepts are worth promoting nor teaching.
In other words, the lack of religious beliefs does not stop you from teaching the above, on the contrary, the belief in religion hinders such ability. That was my point nothing else.
P.S. as for...
We're talking Mom and Apple Pie here.
Allow me to take a look at an apple under a different view, so you can understand that there is always more than one view to things, (and concepts):
This is a writing by Diane Ackerman... and this piece I find incredible, when I read it, it sure changed the image of... er... apple pie <g>
"I remember the time a friend picked a ripe apple from his tree, took a bite from its firm flesh, and offered it to me to sample. We were not lovers. But, biting into the crater his teeth had just left, I joined him in the apple's flesh, which tasted sweet, sex-wet, and open. In that small oasis, our mouths met. Now when I see a photograph of such an apple, I don't think of Mom, Country and Apple Pie. The image is tinged with the erotic. I think kiss.
~ Diane Ackerman |
