@Fido,
Hi I am writing this post with the intention of posting it retroactively because my allocated supervised time has come to an end. So I firstly want to say thanks to you lot, esp. Spendius and Failures Art, for engaging with me on this thoroughly heated and riveting discussion. I realise that we (me and the pro-godders), are arguiing against the tide of history. In college isn't it written that God died on the cross, some two thousand years ago. Nevermind the addedum in the Bible that he came back to live (which was added at a later date from the rest of the Bible 'proper', and so does not carry the same weight.
Along these lines, God IS dead and science reigns supreme. Never mind philosophy, which was but only a syllalogy with thesim back in its early days, when the greeks (say Pythagoras, Plato and Euripedes) invented the damn thing. So where does that leave us? With a world of strictly 'scientific' politicians, who only pay heed to bow when the Pope flashes his frock, for knowledge that if they ever completely refuse to pay homage to the almightly one that many of us still love, then bad things lie in store.
And so as Philosophy, or rather reading, teaches us to be clever, and engagement with fellow disenchanted thesbians or nonsbians even (is that the right word?), teaches us how to debate, History teaches us the venir and socio-political self investigations surely must teach us some of the workings proper of the world's metahistories, how do we learn about God? I will now stake my territory as a former Atheist by want of progressions Agnostic then Buddhist then Christian (multifaither), I think that I have travelled a complete journey in regards to what I believe in. And sure I remember the time when I was comforted to see what my beliefs were, as they were replicated by the British mainstream media. But now that I have changed how does that feel? Well for a start I have learnt how to stay silent when the conversational dialogue is pacing with a momentum of which I have no chance of turning. But then at other times, I have found in myself the courage to speak out. Such as at an anti-war meeting some years ago, when I raised my voice in opposition to some sixth-form do-gooders, who were trying to derail the meeting with their middle-all-the way particular brand of politics. And I still remember the clap I got after saying what I thought about the whole matter, as feeling both invigorating and well deserved.
So that even though we all must stand at the edge of the mainstream opinions from time to time. Surely for all of us, with a forgiving and well reasoned approach, will hopefully one time be given our shot at the apple, when the time is right. Cheers.