I recently saw the documentary “Who the #$&% is Jackson Pollock” about Teri Horton, a woman who may have purchased a Jackson Pollock painting at a thrift store for $5. It was a fascinating documentary, with a clear perspective. The crux of the film is that Teri cannot prove that…
Good fun, cheers.
I found myself on Saturday during comference explaining to a sister missionary on temple square why I was an atheist, and in order to try to convince me of the truth of theism, she told me of personal anecdotes which she couldn’t explain except as being supernatural, of course being unable to understand that her leaping to the supernatural as an “explanation” for anything unexplained is the height of illogic and unreason.
Excellent.
The distinction between nonbelief (e.g., you’re unconvinced, so you don’t believe) and saying that something cannot be true is so critical.