The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.
There's no point of having faith if you have evidence.
Much as we might wish to believe otherwise, universal love and the welfare of the species as a whole are concepts which simply do not make evolutionary sense.
The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
Faith is belief without evidence and reason; coincidentally that's also the definition of delusion.
Evolution is just a theory? Well, so is gravity and I don't see you jumping out of buildings.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die, because they are never going to be born. The number of people who could be here, in my place, out number the sand grains in the Sahara. If you think about all the different ways in which our genes could be permuted, you and I are quite grotesquely lucky to be here. The number of events that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist. . . we are privileged to be alive and nd we should make the most of our time on this world.
We should not give up and we should not allow the problem to defeat us.
The transition of world agriculture from food grain to feed grains represents an. . . evil whose consequences may be far greater and longer lasting than any past examples of violence inflicted by men against thier fellow human beings.
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.