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As ‘Ham n Eggs’ theme park opens to the public, complete with dry dock and stuffed animals ( he obviously cant be trusted with real animals), it takes me back to a piece I wrote a while back for Andy..
you can read it here…
This is a guest post by Secular Scarlet, whose fantastic blog can be found here.
I have always had a fascination for ancient mythology and how through the ages it is altered to suit the peoples of that area. One such famous myth is The Great Flood. To the western religious majority, this of course means the Biblical flood with the lead role being played by Russell Crowe, erm , sorry I mean Noah!
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My tears, took me somewhat by surprise today…
“If you step outside on a warm clear night and look up, what do you see? Imagine answering that question 400 years ago. What did people see then, gazing at the stars? It is remarkable that in seeing the same thing we see today, they nevertheless saw a different universe with a completely different set of meanings both in itself and for their own personal lives. This marks a highly significant fact: that at the beginning of the seventeenth century the mind – the mentality, the world-view – of our best-educated and most thoughtful forbears was still fundamentally continuous with that of their own antique and medieval predecessors; but by the end of that century it had become modern. This striking fact means that the seventeenth century is a very special period in human history”
Why, oh why, oh why, do theists persist in relating atheism to evolution and/or The Big Bang Theory? To build their point? If they have a point! How many times do we have to tell them they are separate subjects. Atheism is simply a non-belief in any of the bloody deities! 
As is commonly the case with me, I don’t search out subjects to write about they find me. I had noticed this week a few new followers with the words ‘The Clergy Project’ in the bio’s.
I had every intention of composing a piece entitled ‘ Appropriating the Cosmos’, in fact, I had started the draught, when, procrastination took over. I found myself pulled to the goings on in my garden and then I was lost, the motivation had escaped me. 