Cross-posted @ God is for Suckers!
(Hat tip to Pharyngula)
So it seems there was an Xmas re-conversion recently - a well-known blogging atheist was 'born again'.
I have always found this phenomenon fascinating. In fact (have I mentioned this before? If so, apologies), I've always rather fancied the personal visitation these folks have. But in the years of dropping psychotropic drugs (back in the days of my wastrel youth, I hasten to add), not once did I ever encounter an external manifestation (read: embodied hallucination). I saw the walls breathe, the colors dance, and caught my hands, but no seraphim serenaded me, no booming voice from above, not even a sweet whispered nothing in my ears.
Now granted, I used to hear voices in my head, but again, these were all internal, and so I don't count those.
I am sufficiently versed in the wholly bibble, so it can't just be the written rhetoric, can it? Or is it simple overexposure?
This siren's song of madness calls, and minds dash against the rocks of the psyche's Scylla...