Por Paula Kirby
The
correspondent was blunt: “Why don’t you atheists just go out and kill
yourselves right now?”
True,
most Christians phrase it rather more delicately, but atheists are regularly
informed by a certain kind of believer that our lives can have no value if we
do not believe in their God. What is the point, they ask, of being kind or
loving, caring about suffering or doing anything at all, if one day we just
die?
It
is true that in the absence of a divine plan our lives have no externally
determined purpose: an individual is not born for the purpose of becoming a
physician or creating a spectacular work of art or digging a well in an arid
corner of Africa. But are the sick less cured, the pleasure to the art-lover
less intense, or the thirst of parched villagers less slaked, simply because a
man sought his own purpose rather than following a diktat from on high? Do we
really need a deity to tell us that a life spent curing cancer is more
worthwhile than one spent drinking in the gutter?
Why
should we not find satisfaction in alleviating suffering or injustice, just
because we’re all going to die one day? The very fact that this life is all we
have makes it even more important to do everything possible to reduce the
suffering caused by poverty, disease, injustice and ignorance. To describe such
attempts as meaningless is to say that avoidable suffering does not matter,
hardly a moral stance.
Many
Christians claim we have no reason to care about others if there is no God. But
this is itself a religious claim, arising from the theological concept of
Original Sin, which declares humankind fallen and corrupt. We can safely ignore
it, for in reality we do not need childish stories of eternal reward or
damnation to coerce us into being good: research shows that the least religious
societies have the lowest incidence of social ills, including crime and
violence. Healthy humans have empathy built in, and the explanations for this
lie in psychology and evolutionary biology: no gods required.
Life
cannot be meaningless so long as we have the capacity to affect the well-being
of ourselves and others. For true meaninglessness, we would need heaven.
In
the state of permanent, perfect bliss that is the very definition of heaven,
‘making a difference’ is ruled out. If the difference made an improvement, the
previous state could not have been perfect. If it made things worse, the result
would not be perfect. In heaven, neither is possible. Even being reunited with
loved ones could not add one jot to their bliss or yours, for heaven would be,
by definition, a state that could not be improved on.
Just
consider for a moment the hellish pointlessness of heaven. At least in our real
existence our actions have an effect, for better or worse, and it is therefore
worth trying to get them right. In an eternal life where we can have no effect
whatsoever, we might as well be dead.
If
you have ever claimed that your life would have no meaning if it weren’t for
your faith in God, do you really believe your family and friends have no worth
in their own right? Can you really not see the point in striving to protect and
nurture your children, even if there is no eternal life? Really?
If
you do, then it is you, not atheists, who debase humanity, and it is
Christianity, not atheism, that diminishes the real value and meaning of life.
We atheists find purpose in the world as it is, and in our real lives; we see
living beings as valuable in their own right, deserving of our concern and
compassion simply because they share our capacity for pain and pleasure. It is
hard to imagine a position less moral, less conducive to empathy, than this
inherently warped and uncharitable view of humanity proposed by Christianity.
This
is a perverse view of reality. After all, if the only valuable thing about
existence is that God gave it to us, then that must mean the gift is not worth
having in its own right. God’s creation would be the equivalent of a shapeless,
baggy sweater of dubious color that you would never willingly wear but which
you nevertheless can’t bring yourself to throw away because it was a gift from
Granny. This approach in effect says you’re grateful for God’s gift, but you
don’t actually like it very much; that, were it not for your belief that
there’ll be an eternity in heaven to compensate you for having had to endure
it, you can see no reason why you’d ever want it.
Theistic
religion reduces life to something that has no value other than as the creation
of an imagined deity. It decrees that purpose and meaning can only be found in
being that deity’s puppet, having no purpose but its purpose and no value other
than as its handiwork. Theistic religion looks on all that is best and most
noble in human impulse and endeavour and dismisses it as meaningless and
worthless --or worse: corrupt --unless done in the name of God. It is time to
abandon this baseless worldview. It is time to reject theistic religion and
start viewing ourselves and others with real dignity, as beings with value in
our own right and not just as the distorted shadows of a fictional creator.
Fonte: On Faith.
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