Wherein Robin Demonstrates That Pagans Can Be As Stupid As Mitt Romney
You know, Robin, what's true for you may not be true for others. I realize this is a revolutionary concept for zealots and fundies. You sound as stupid as Mitt Romney. Really, you do.
It all goes back to belief. The emotional center of a person's life is anchored to belief- mythical and religious iconography and mythical themes have always been pregnant with human emotions. We express our deepest longings through these things. This is why atheists tend to be such miserable people, even those atheists who have mastered the appearance of "well-adjusted and happy" people.
They aren't happy; they're just good at acting happy. What they are is desperate to anchor their emotional life anywhere else they can, but no house outside of the halls of the Gods or the power of engaged myth is a truly restful place- they try physical comforts and delights, secular movements like secular humanism, family life, political life, raving public lunacy (think of Richard Dawkins) or just basic degeneration into extremes of indulgence, always looking for that home for their souls-in-denial. And it's no surprise that so many of them convert later to some religion, or burn out to suicide, depression, or intoxication.
In my own life, every atheist I've known has either converted to something, or simply remained as they were when I met them: unhappy, issue-ridden people, bitter people, hollow, empty people.
Give me a fucking break. Jason has a much more thoughtful discussion here.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."