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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