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The tale of Noah’s Ark

I’ve been thinking about this funny tidbit in the bible called Noah’s Ark again.

Noah's ark

I’m sure most of you have heard of it. According to the old testament (Genesis 6-9), there was this old man called Noah (he was 600 years old, apparently) who has chats with the Christian god. The god tells Noah to build a big boat, load his family on it and also collect pairs of all the animals in the world.

God has decided something has gone wrong and he’s going to flood the world, killing off everyone except those on the boat, and start again.

Of course, it’s coincidental that the Quran has a similar thing in it, and that the Epic of Gilgamesh (far older than the bible) also contains something like it.

A few things already spark up.

  • God made a mistake and kills off everyone in the world to try again. So much for an infallible god. Even if there weren’t billions of people on earth yet, he simply decides to kill a few million people (at least?). People whom he created ‘in his own image’. Which shows me that this god is as fallible as a human. Or a human is a godly as the god he created.
  • Noah was 600 years old. Science has shown that something like that isn’t possible. The human body just doesn’t support that.

So the earth is flooded. Everyone’s dead. The boat floats around for a while. (150 days, after which the god remembers (!) the people and the animals. He lets the water disappear (where to?), the boat stops on Mount Ararat (which hasn’t been found yet) and things get well again.

More things spark up.

  • Where did all these animals come from? Did penguins walk all the way from their cold areas to the boat? (Or didn’t they exist yet?)
  • Who fed all those animals during these 150 days? How big was that boat? If there were 2 elephants on board… they eat a lot…
  • And who fed all those people?
  • Also: who shovelled all the poop overboard?
  • If old Noah and his family were the only surviving people on board, hasn’t there been a lot of incest and inbreeding going on since they left the boat and populated the whole world again?
  • Did all the animals walk and fly back to where they came from? (There is no mention that Noah gave them a lift home…)

I also wonder where the boat people got their fresh water from, for themselves and all the animals. Remember: the waters of the earth merged into 1 world-encompassing ocean, so salt and sweet water became 1 big stream of brackish water. Hardly fit for consumption. Still, they survived for 150 days on their boat.

Which brings up two other questions:

  1. Where did all the water come from to flood the earth?
  2. Where did it go when god was satisfied with his mass murder?

There may be perfectly valid reasons for that in the Christian mind (“because god made it happen”), but they don’t convince me…

The last thing that I really would like to know is: why did old man Noah have to sacrifice a dove to find land again? Remember, the first one didn’t come back and the second one brought a twig. (He had 2 of each animal, so 2 doves. How did the remaining dove procreate??) A god worth the worship should have been able to point Noah in the right direction, right? Or was that a “test of faith”? How much more faith would a god need from old man Noah after building this ├╝ber-titanic and floating around for 150 days in piss poor weather, waiting for the water to sink?

Just something I wonder about.

Purple doesn’t exist.

Purple is a figment of people’s imagination.

Really. Believe me. I know this. And why do I know this? I have never seen it. That is why I don’t believe in purple. It’s amazing how many people are convinced that it does though. Even when I ask Google to show me ‘purple’ it comes up with something:

This can’t be purple. I see 3 entirely different things but none of them is purple (apart from the actual word purple). For me these consists of “I don’t have a clue”.

My popular witch Hilda will hate me for this. Her favourite colour is purple as well while for me it’s not real.

Why do I state that purple doesn’t exist?

Because I’m colour blind. (Note to ignorami: colour blind doesn’t mean that I see in black and white. Colour blind is a stupid, wrong name for the fact that many people can’t see all the colours that are around.)

Purple to me is a word. A concept that other people’s eyes make them interpret as a colour. That also goes for stuff like mauve, beige, pink and other pastels.

It’s the same thing with religions and gods. Those to me are concepts that in other people’s eyes signify something. A kind of creature, a colour I can’t see. For me it’s not real.

If you feel that a god is real, that your religion is real, be happy with it. Just don’t expect me to see it the way you do. I’m religion blind in the same way I’m colour blind so I see things differently from how you do.

A test.

Do you see a letter or a number up here? Yes? Great. You can see your god. I just see a lot of little circles of a doubtful colour (green, brown, grey?) which make up the totality of a ball, a sphere. This is how I see my world, my surroundings. I don’t have a god colour to tell me what’s what. I can look at the whole of evolution, the world, space, the other planets and stars, and take those as the ball up there. Doubtful colours, but definitely a shape I can appreciate. In the entirety of the cosmos there are probably more colours I can’t see. More colours that you can’t see (beyond ultraviolet, beyond infra red, into the electromagnetic ranges). You are blind to them as I am blind to your precious colours.

I’m happy with that. I know what to expect. I know there’s more out there than I can see which is fine. As long as people respect that and don’t try to make me ‘see’ what they see (because again, I’m entirely blind to that) we’re all in harmony.

If you try to convince me that your god is the one and only, and that she’s black, has horns and teeth that would make a tiger jealous, then I will shake my head and walk on. Be happy with your tiger tooth god. It’s not mine. I don’t see it. It won’t bother me and if you’re a good follower it won’t bother you.

So please don’t bother to bother me with it.