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There is no need for us to gather every day, or every seven days,
or on any high and auspicious day, to proclaim our rectitude or to
grovel and wallow in our unworthiness. We atheists do not require
any priests, or any hierarchy above them, to police our doctrine.
Sacrifices and ceremonies are abhorrent to us, as are relics and
the worship of any images or objects (even including objects in the
form of one of man's most useful innovations: the bound book). To
us no spot on earth is or could be "holier" than another: to the
ostentatious absurdity of the pilgrimage, or the plain horror of
killing civilians in the name of some sacred wall or cave or shrine
or rock, we can counterpose a leisurely or urgent walk from one
side of the library or the gallery to another, or to lunch with an
agreeable friend, in pursuit of truth or beauty. Some of these
excursions to the bookshelf or the lunch or the gallery will
obviously, if they are serious, bring us into contact with belief
and believers, from the great devotional painters and composers to
the works of Augustine, Aquinas, Maimonides, and Newman. These
mighty scholars may have written many evil things or many foolish
things, and been laughably ignorant of the germ theory of disease
or the place of the terrestrial globe in the solar system, let
alone the universe, and this is the plain reason why there are no
more of them today, and why there will be no more of them tomorrow.
Religion spoke its last intelligible or noble or inspiring words a
long time ago: either that or it mutated into an admirable but
nebulous humanism, as did, say, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a brave
Lutheran pastor hanged by the Nazis for his refusal to collude with
them. We shall have no more prophets or sages from the ancient
quarter, which is why the devotions of today are only the echoing
repetitions of yesterday, sometimes ratcheted up to screaming point
so as to ward off the terrible emptiness.
While some religious apology is magnificent in its limited wayone
might cite Pascaland some of it is dreary and absurdhere one
cannot avoid naming C. S. Lewisboth styles have something in
common, namely the appalling load of strain that they have to bear.
How much effort it takes to affirm the incredible! The Aztecs had
to tear open a human chest cavity every day just to make sure that
the sun would rise. Monotheists are supposed to pester their deity
more times than that, perhaps, lest he be deaf. How much vanity
must be concealednot too effectively at thatin order to pretend
that one is the personal object of a divine plan? How much
self-respect must be sacrificed in order that one may squirm
continually in an awareness of one's own sin? How many needless
assumptions must be made, and how much contortion is required, to
receive every new insight of science and manipulate it so as to
"fit" with the revealed words of ancient man-made deities? How many
saints and miracles and councils and conclaves are required in
order first to be able to establish a dogma and thenafter infinite
pain and loss and absurdity and crueltyto be forced to rescind one
of those dogmas? God did not create man in his own image.
Evidently, it was the other way about, which is the painless
explanation for the profusion of gods and religions, and the
fratricide both between and among faiths, that we see all about us
and that has so retarded the development of civilization.
The mildest criticism of religion is also the most radical and the
most devastating one. Religion is man-made. Even the men who made
it cannot agree on what their prophets or redeemers or gurus
actually said or did. Still less can they hope to tell us the
"meaning" of later discoveries and developments which were, when
they began, either obstructed by their religions or denounced by
them. And yetthe believers still claim to know! Not just to know,
but to know everything. Not just to know that god exists, and that
he created and supervised the whole enterprise, but also to know
what "he" demands of usfrom our diet to our observances to our
sexual morality. In other words, in a vast and complicated
discussion where we know more and more about less and less, yet can
still hope for some enlightenment as we proceed, one factionitself
composed of mutually warring factionshas the sheer arrogance to
tell us that we already have all the essential information we need.
Such stupidity, combined with such pride, should be enough on its
own to exclude "belief" from the debate. The person who is certain,
and who claims divine warrant for his certainty, belongs now to the
infancy of our species. It may be a long farewell, but it has begun
and, like all farewells, should not be protracted.
The argument with faith is the foundation and origin of all
arguments, because it is the beginningbut not the endof all
arguments about philosophy, science, history, and human nature. It
is also the beginningbut by no means the endof all disputes about
the good life and the just city. Religious faith is, precisely
because we are still-evolving creatures, ineradicable. It will
never die out, or at least not until we get over our fear of death,
and of the dark, and of the unknown, and of each other. For this
reason, I would not prohibit it even if I thought I could. Very
generous of me, you may say. But will the religious grant me the
same indulgence? I ask because there is a real and serious
difference between me and my religious friends, and the real and
serious friends are sufficiently honest to admit it. I would be
quite content to go to their children's bar mitzvahs, to marvel at
their Gothic cathedrals, to "respect" their belief that the Koran
was dictated, though exclusively in Arabic, to an illiterate
merchant, or to interest myself in Wicca and Hindu and Jain
consolations. And as it happens, I will continue to do this without
insisting on the polite reciprocal conditionwhich is that they in
turn leave me alone. But this, religion is ultimately incapable of
doing. As I write these words, and as you read them, people of
faith are in their different ways planning your and my destruction,
and the destruction of all the hard-won human attainments that I
have touched upon. Religion poisons everything.