Last night, regular reader Wes posted on my profile that Christopher Hitchens died.
“Just in case you hadn’t seen yet,” he wrote. He followed it with a sad-faced emoticon.
I had not heard yet. And I was thankful that Wes thought enough to tell me personally. He said he checked the blog first to make sure I had not yet posted about it.
The news was definitely a deflated honk.
In a knee-jerk, I wrote a quick piece about it here.
It’s not like I’ll really miss him. The only way I really know him is through his books, articles and debates. And those are all still available. He left many ways to remember him, exactly the way he was in his prime.
My favorite Hitch bit was the one that he pulled toward the end of debates. He would say something about God stood with folded arms for 1,000s of years before finally intervening for humanity through Yeshua. What kind of a crock is that?
Hitch put into words thoughts that I had trouble articulating. I mean, God stood around for 100s of 1,000s of years to develop modern science to save people with, say, malaria or diabetes.
Before modern science — which evolved through memetics, not through some slowly developing divine intervention — how many people died not experiencing life? How many didn’t see their children grow up, get married, have children, etc.?
Humanity has science to thank for its modern treasures of lifespan and good health, and yet science appears to be the most disrespected educational discipline when belief puts its grubby hands around its neck.
There’s a reason why prayer doesn’t work and going to a hospital does.
Hell, Hitch probably wouldn’t have made it this far without modern medicine. And for that, I bet his loved ones are thankful.
I echo my atheist colleagues and say that Hitch is not standing before God, Allah, or any other god he pissed off during his life time. He’s not burning in hell.
Plain and simply, he’s not.
He’s not anymore. He’s not sleeping. His soul wasn’t floating around in the cosmos for all of history and 62 years ago it was inserted into a child only to live on for eternity.
The energy that powered his body is done. There is no “Rest in Peace.” That conjures superstition.
Hitch is dead.
No more. No less.
Now we make sure the road he paved is maintained and it increases in size and traffic volume.
Below the fold, I’ll add some links for talk about Hitch around the internets.
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