You’re peculiarly unable to think in the abstract when it comes to this discussion, Sarah.
Well, I guess, if you say so, you must be right …
I am quite satisfied that you now know how it feels to have your Loved One’s existence questioned.
Nope. You’re be a little bit presumptious there. I have no frustrations what ever about any one questioning the existence of my loved ones, in the sense they existed, and exist: I deal in reality.
Nope. You’re not comparing like for like at all, and I know you know that.
That’s all I’m getting you to understand. Next time you’re in dialogue with Believers I know this will be in the back of your mind, “But I do this, too!”
Er, now you really are just way to far ahead of yourself.
In all politeness and with the greatest of respect to you, sincerely, your conversation will be nowhere near any part of my mind.
Because the comparisons are not equal and make no sense.
Me saying to you, I do not believe your Great Aunt Matilda exists, because you refuse to send me a picture of her, or tell me where she lives, or show me a newspaper clipping of her riding on her Penny Farthing, (even though you could) is in no way comparable to me saying I do not believe the all powerful, all knowing, all present, eternal, creator of all things, personal Deity you believe in exists.
And I just don’t believe you can’t see that.
You seem to be missing the point entirely, that whether or not my ancestors existed, or whether or not your Great Aunt Matilda existed, doesn’t matter. Except to a few people, who cares, it doesn’t matter.
So what if neither claim can be proven?
But it matters a great deal if God exists, and if you make the claim, which you do, you need to be able to prove it.
Sarah x
