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ttruscott wrote:
Many who do not appear to have much knowledge of biology seem indignant when learning that H. sapiens are classified as animals (alternatives being plant and virus). I do not recall ever hearing a Non-Theist object. 1) Is there something about religion that causes this?
Probably the understanding that the I in the animal body is a self aware intelligent and spiritual person. You think?
Leaving open the issue of how self-aware and intelligent certain folks really are (strictly clinical terms, and not a dig at theists, as I'm fixing to show).
Clinically as this amateur can tell it, we see in the schizophrenic varying levels of severity, from a mild psychosis on the one end, to workin' up that divorce money on the other'n. I see a certain relation between those who claim to hear the voice of God, and folks like myself, who hear the voice of the "Devil", as it were. If schizophrenia is thought of as a line then, on the one extreme we should expect to find the "God spoke to me" bunch, and folks such as myself on the other end of that line, a-fretting what we get told.
In the most extreme forms of schizophrenia, there's a complete break with reality, a complete loss of "self", such that the schizophrenic may do horrible things to himself, if only to silence the voices in his head. Do we see this in the "god group"? Maybe not the destructive behaviors, but I think it's fair to say that line's a candle on both ends of it, it's just maybe only the one end's been lit right now. I conclude then that there's something to consider regarding the "self-aware" angle as quoted above.
In my own example, I kinda have 'em both. I start out "level" and go one of the two ways. I usually start puffing up and getting all super proud of myself, such that the whole of humanity is beneath my contempt. Not so much for hating 'em, but for how I'm loving me so much. I ride that cloud, in smug arrogance. My metaphorical hair blows in the wind like a movie star with a forty dollar hair cut. Then I crash. Hard. Fast. The world turns dark and cold, and the voices set in. Maybe they're the voices of those I was so far above before. They taunt and holler, and yell and cuss, 'til I'm physically and emotionally drained. I reckon my voices are mean to me 'cause I'm mean there when I get all high falootin'. I don't ever seem to hear praise from the voices. They just don't seem to like me at all.
So on a +10 to -10 scale, where 0 is normal, I figure I run anywhere from a +8 to a -10. I don't tell this for sympathy, that's in the dictionary. I tell it to try to help folks think about all this. I offer my example as my own anecdotal deal there, and your mileage may vary. I may be wrong about all of it, and being as I have my issues, folks're just as well to dismiss anything I have to allow on it.
Conclusions?
About self-aware, how much any of us is any of it, is a fair thing to think on.
I might be Teddy Roosevelt, but I ain't.
-Punkinhead Martin