@Setanta,
Setanta wrote:the topic of this thread is the experience of being an atheist,
... on that topic, I'd like to tell y'all about attending the Church of Beethoven with Diane this morning, before she brought me to the airport. It's a nice example of how nonbelievers can co-opt the forms and aesthetics of religion without diluting it with the god stuff.
A few years ago, a cellist at the Albuquerque Symphony orchestra founded the
Church of Beethoven, setting up shop in a remodeled garage / gas station in Albuquerque, NM. (I don't remember the cellists' name, so I'll just call him "the Founder".) Today about 150 people attended, which just about fills the church entirely. (They already rented extra space since I last visited in April 2009.)
As you approach the building from the parking lot, you walk past a number of modern sculptures, including one of a stick-man walking on water. After the Founder, his wife, and her dog have greeted you at the entrance, you enter the line in front of the coffee machine, were two volunteers brew gourmet coffees. (They really
are gourmet coffees, so the line was about 20 people long.)
After you've had your espresso or whatever it is, you take your seat. Looking around, you see pictures by "the visual artist of the weekend" (Some abstract watercolors.) Near the edge of the room, you can watch a local massage therapist giving free 10-minute massages to fellow attendees. Then the Founder announces the musical gig of the day. It happens to be a bebop-ish Jazz quartet by the name of
Le Chat Lunatique.
After they play maybe 30 minutes worth of their Jazz, it's time for the poet of the day. It's Demetria Martinez, a local writer and activist of Mexican ancestry. She reads a few poems about Indians complaining about illegal aliens from the East Coast, and Mexicans complaining about being treated as illegal aliens by the Anglos. In spite of all the complaining, Martinez's poetry is witty and entertaining.
Following the poetry reading comes a minute of "celebrating silence". Regular church goers will be familiar with this ritual. Their Christian denominations call it "silent prayer". I enjoyed this part very much. With or without prayer, the silence is perfect for relaxing and defragmenting the mind. Finally,
Le Chat Lunatique closes with a few more pieces. And that's it.
I hope the Church of Beethoven starts up charters elsewhere in the world. If and when one arrives in the New York area, I'll join it in a microsecond.