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…I hope it is clear that the fact that I do not see evidence of such a God’s existence does not mean that I then derive from that fact that I know that God does not exist. That’s quite a different remark. Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Neither is evidence of presence. … This is again a situation where our tolerance for ambiguity is required.

And, as you say, if a god existed who gave us free will or merely noted that we had free will, and wished to let our free will operate, then he or she or it might very well give us no evidence of his, her or its existence for just that reason.

Carl Sagan said that in 1985, in response to questions from the audience at his Gifford Lectures at the University of Glasgow.

Having grown up with a belief in God, and having found that belief, and all peripheral beliefs, challenged quite severely in adulthood, I find Sagan’s comments on the topic completely fascinating. Moreso than the disdainful lectures of Richard Dawkins or other prominent atheists, or the urgency of religious speakers, I am appreciative of the approach that Sagan appears to have taken towards the question of God. This isn’t exactly the easiest subject to be objective about, but he seems to have managed it. What conclusion he drew, if any, I am unaware of, but it really doesn’t matter; the end result is a much more personal thing than the search itself.

I write about this sort of thing from time to time, but I don’t generally talk about it very much. Maybe it’s because I don’t see the people who read it. Talking of something this personal, this complicated, isn’t exactly easy to do. I suppose it depends on the ear you’re bending, and how willing you are to allow yourself to be vulnerable.

In the editor’s note at the front of Sagan’s compiled lectures, Ann Druyan writes of her husband:

He took the idea of God so seriously that it had to pass the most rigorous standards of scrutiny. … For Carl, Darwin’s insight that life evolved over the eons through natural selection was not just better science than Genesis, it also afford a deeper, more satisfying spiritual experience. He believed that the little we do know about nature suggests that we know even less about God.

His argument was not with God, but with those who believed that our understanding of the sacred had been completed. Science’s permanently revolutionary conviction that the search for truth never ends seemed to him the only approach with sufficient humility to be worthy of the universe that it revealed.

The methodology of science, with its error-correcting mechanism for keeping us honest in spite of our chronic tendencies to project, to misunderstand, to deceive ourselves and others, seemed to him the height of spiritual discipline.

If you are searching for sacred knowledge and not just a palliative for your fears, then you will train yourself to be a good skeptic.

I’m very much taken with the idea of challenging faith in order to strengthen it. Training myself to be a skeptic wasn’t really necessary; the faith I was raised in ultimately did it for me, providing few answers to important questions. When I left the church five years ago, I know a lot of people viewed it as a permanent thing — my flight into godlessness, or something equally dramatic.

A couple of nights ago I talked about this with somebody unexpected, and she listened quietly. Talking it through is harder, but it also reminds me of things that I sometimes forget. My leaving the church was always intended to be a hiatus during which I would ignore the rituals of organized religion, and learn more for myself what faith meant. It’s been five years, and I suspect it’ll be a few more; this isn’t necessarily something I want to hurry through, given the circumstances. Eleanor is the vehicle I have used for much of my search, and continues to be a way to reflect myself for closer inspection. To ask myself the hard questions, and to hold myself to a real answer, rather than a sidestep or two.

I find my mind on these things often. When I first read Sagan’s lectures, I was stopped on the second page by this:

By far the best way I know to engage the religious sensibility, the sense of awe, is to look up on a clear night. I believe that it is very difficult to know who we are until we understand where and when we are. … Thomas Carlyle said that wonder is the basis of worship. And Albert Einstein said, “I maintain that the cosmic religious feeling is the strongest and noblest motive for scientific research.” So if both Carlyle and Einstein could agree on something, it has a modest possibility of even being right.

I like the way he phrases it, so technically: “to engage the religious sensibility”. But he’s right. And I count such a moment as he describes as one of my few real touchstones as I attempt to find what I believe.

I remember the moment very clearly, it being one of the few genuinely good memories that I have from a time of my life that was more educational than enjoyable. When I am staring at my manuscript, at the blank page that I have to fill with an answer, and one that I truly believe in, before I can continue writing, it’s moments like that one that give me the hope that one day I’ll know.

  1. deeplyshallow // religion and politics wrote:

    […] This idea runs in a similar vein to one I have written about before, but is urgently more important. It is imperative that whomever we elect to run our country is capable of speaking plainly and openly about his or her religious or spiritual beliefs — capable of intelligent, animosity-free discourse about their faith, as well as discussion of its disadvantages or perceived flaws — for the simple reason that those beliefs will, to varying degrees, influence or even guide that person’s behavior in the most serious of scenarios. […]

  2. deeplyshallow // religion and politics wrote:

    […] This idea runs in a similar vein to one I have written about before, but is urgently more important. It is imperative that whomever we elect to run our country is capable of speaking plainly and openly about his or her religious or spiritual beliefs — capable of intelligent, animosity-free discourse about their faith, as well as discussion of its disadvantages or perceived flaws — for the simple reason that those beliefs will, to varying degrees, influence or even guide that person’s behavior in the most serious of scenarios. […]

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