It’s an occu­pa­tional haz­ard for an athe­ist to hear that he’s soul­less, unfeel­ing, uncar­ing; we’re reg­u­larly reminded that we’re hate­ful, amoral, would-​​be mur­der­ers and rapists and thieves. The logic is that if there is no god, every­thing is per­mit­ted; the world, under athe­is­tic rule, would be at best an emo­tion­less void sub­ject only to Spocklike cold logic, an unlov­ing, unfeel­ing, inhu­man place.

I refute it, with a poem by athe­ist nat­u­ral­ist Chris Clarke, thus. I chal­lenge you to read it and not weep.

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