Question from a newly-deconverted (and still deconverting) person:
"What do you do about fear? Not the outside fear, but the nagging, creeping, inside fear that sneaks up on you at night when you're tired, and makes it so your arguments all suddenly disappear, and you wonder if you've been wrong this whole time?
It's happening to me a lot, and making me feel a little insane, especially since I've done deep study of everything from apologetics to philosophy to rhetoric to get here. I'm an atheist because I don't see any evidence for any God(s), but am willing to admit I'm wrong. However...what if we *are* wrong?
...I'm very new to atheism, still scared, and very, very lonely."
(Source: Facebook, name withheld)
REPLY
Mark Twain said:
"I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it."
If you think about it, you and I and everybody else did not exist before our parents got together. We have all been somewhat dead, non-existent. Parts of us belonged to the yet unborn animals, vegetables and fruits we were yet to eat: fellow creatures that provided what we needed to sustain our growth and mature. It wasn't so terrible, was it?