Why I don't believe in gods. [View All]

A. There is absolutely no evidence for one.
B. There is not need for one to explain anything. Let me explain through events yesterday that spurred this OP:

My daughter was in a car accident yesterday. She went about 40 miles away to an apple orchard and then was going to visit a nearby "gravity hill" (the perspective of the surroundings makes it seem like your car is rolling uphill). She was stopped on the highway to turn left and the driver in a car coming up behind her was not paying attention and hit my daughter's car at approximately 55mph. Her and her boyfriend were pushed about 100 yds. The car is totaled (OK, I don't have the "official" call on that yet, but it's totaled). Luckily, she is not dead. She is in a neck collar and needs to go to the neurologist tomorrow because there is some spacing between C4 & C5 and they need to make sure it is just a ligament sprain (no fractures on the CT). It was just a random string of random events that caused everything (OK, the guy not paying attention caused the accident but you know what I mean). Had my daughter not decided to be nice and stop in a long line to get her brother a caramel apple, she would never have been at the road at the same time as Mr. Inattentive. Had she turned her wheels to the left while she was stopped waiting for oncoming traffic, she would have pushed into that oncoming traffic. She had about 7 pumpkins in her trunk and had her back seats open to the trunk because she got some corn stalks, too. Had she not been a serious violin player, she would not have had the sturdy, metal music stand in her trunk that is mangled and likely stopped those 7 pumpkins from flying to the front of the car to do more damage to her and her boyfriend. If she had not been in a car that we purchased because of safety rating (to some extent), it is likely the very large pickup truck that hit her would have done more damage to her car and, relatedly, her. Sorry for rambling (this happened yesterday at 4 pm--I did not get to sleep until about 1:30 am and when I went to get her her favorite egg bagel sandwich this morning at Big Apple Bagels, I had to pull over and cried for about 10 minutes for the first time since the protection instinct kicked in) but it feels good to pour this out on the computer.

In short, neither her getting in the accident or surviving it needs a god to explain it. A whole bunch of circumstances came together to make it happen and to not make it worse for her health. To me, right now, it seems like a pretty good analogy for life. (And for those of you that file me in the evil atheist or asshole atheist in your head, when we were talking to our neighbors about it this morning and they said they would pray for my daughter tonight, I said "Thank you.")