I saw this question today and it interested me. Not because I’m religious, which I’m not, but mainly because of my disbelief of god. I realise this is a sensitive topic and I don’t disapprove people for believing in God in the slightest. But it’s a simple question such as this that for me disproves the theory entirely. Every image of god depicts a man, which is horrifically sexist to start. If there is a god, a superior being, why does he appear in a human form? Or to put it another way, why can’t he be a feline, a bird or a reptile? What makes him fall in our species, when he created all living things. All are supposed to be equal as the bible goes.
I suppose an answer to this could be we are the superior species, but how do we know this for sure. Say, for example, a species as unnoticeable as the fly, are much more intelligent, allowing us mere humans go about our lives, believing we are superior, whilst they have an unquestionable ability to create and transmit killer disease throughout humans instantly to reduce our numbers. Granted, a slightly farfetched theory (worth noting it’s perhaps as bizarre as parting water and turning water to wine) but just saying there’s a possibility.
Back to my main argument, what does make him appear in the human form? Slightly extreme example again, but it’s the same stereotypical view people have with aliens, their ideas of them tending to be largely similar to the human form with a few peculiar amendments such as large, disproportioned, pulsating heads, or slimy tentacles. And that they would arrive in a spaceship, just an adapted, advanced form of the airplane. I think this is completely naïve, as to survive on different planets and completely different climates, technologies etc, etc… they would appear in a way none of us could ever imagine.
In the same way, why should god, appear as a human, with exactly the same appearance? Should he not be superior to us, in a completely advanced, perfect living entity? Yes. He should, but no one knows what this ‘form’ is and therefore can't yet exist.
So I'm a fan of naming things. From the lawnmower, Queen Elizabeth, to my tv remote, Michael, its got a name. Welcome to Walter, my blog.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Friday, 5 November 2010
Late Night Quiz Shows
These shows are a pet hate. In fact, that’s an understatement. Everything from the hoping-for-a-big-break, overly enthusiastic presenters, to the underlying fact it’s a complete and utter con, aimed at the fact anybody watching at these times are either inebriated, an insomniac or one of a security staff personnel, bin or milk man, who don’t possess enough brain power to realise this (apologies for that incredibly judgemental comment, but I’m sterotypicalising for effect).
The questions asked are a complete fix, consisting of mainly simple crosswords or fill in the missing gap ‘____work’, such questions with literally thousands of possible outcomes, any of which could be true. These programmes take a call on show perhaps every 3 minutes, leaving hopeless viewers at home, stuck on hold for easily 20 minutes, while they leech the callers money with extremely high rate phone calls, only for them to be told their answer is incorrect. Granted, a correct answer pops up every now and then, somewhat conveniently, no doubt when an analogists notes a dip in their programmes souring nightly profits and responds with a correct answer to maintain interest and optimism to these deluded peasant watching.
Pet hate an understatement?
The questions asked are a complete fix, consisting of mainly simple crosswords or fill in the missing gap ‘____work’, such questions with literally thousands of possible outcomes, any of which could be true. These programmes take a call on show perhaps every 3 minutes, leaving hopeless viewers at home, stuck on hold for easily 20 minutes, while they leech the callers money with extremely high rate phone calls, only for them to be told their answer is incorrect. Granted, a correct answer pops up every now and then, somewhat conveniently, no doubt when an analogists notes a dip in their programmes souring nightly profits and responds with a correct answer to maintain interest and optimism to these deluded peasant watching.
Pet hate an understatement?
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