I announced some months ago that I had decided to bite the bullet and read that damn thing, and one or two people here expressed interest in my little foray into psychological self-flagellation. It's been slow going, because I do have things in my life that I'm actually interested in, and it's a large and very boring book -- frequently kept falling asleep while trying to read it. However, as of last night, I'm finally finished with everything except Revelation. I'll be starting that one tonight and finishing it probably tomorrow night.
This little project has cemented my atheism -- or at least my rejection of Abrahamic mythology -- even more than I thought it would, and even for some reasons I wasn't expecting. The thing is so self-contradictory and lacking in cohesion that trying to make sense out of it is truly an exercise in futility.
By analogy, I'm reminded of the early days of my "Trek" fandom, where one could say that the original TV series was the source material, and some of the essays and things that people wrote were like apologetics, where they would try to explain how things like the discrepancies in velocities, stardates, and distances between locations in the various episodes weren't really contradictory because of (x, y, z) when the real and obvious explanation is so much more straightforward: the writers simply didn't bother to look such things up when they were writing the scripts, and in all likelihood, they hadn't read many or any of the other scripts written by other authors or memorized the details of such minutiae.
For example. Just last night, as I was reading James, I think it was, there was a passage saying that faith without works is meaningless, and that if you don't follow up on your faith with good works, you won't be saved. "Wait," I thought to myself, "Wasn't there that passage I read a week or so ago that says you're saved by faith alone, that you can't be saved by works because God doesn't want anyone bragging about his charitable works or something like that?" Sheesh.
Just venting. The office is making me irritable this morning.