Before reading this entry, watch the video that inspired it.
I love cake. My middle can attest to this fact. Red velvet in particular is very tasty. But as I am sure you can already guess that this posting is not about actual cake. Rather it is an appreciation of Patton Oswald’s routine on faith.
I love this act, not just because it is funny, but because he articulates something that I have not heard. Christians and Atheist often behave in similar ways. Too often the rhetoric we hear is that the world would be better off if one of these ways of thinking were annihilate. I am not comfortable in either of these camps. Like a growing number of people, I find myself somewhere in the middle (where the cake is stored). I do not take the bible literally, but I see value in many of its passages. I accept science, but I do not pretend to know all the answers.
That is why I love Sky Cake. It recognizes the societal value of religion while poking fun at its excesses.
I don’t know if there is a creator. But the universe as a whole does behave like a living thing. Whether or not that thing has consciousness or not is unknowable, at least to me.
But it has become quite fashionable in the last few decades, to blame all of society’s ills on religion; while completely ignoring the good and civilizing influence religion has brought. Blaming religion is just (to use a religious phrase) a scapegoat. Wars, poverty, disease, hatred, etc…these things are not caused by religion, but by a scarcity of resources. Religions and gods are often the mascot war, but the absence of religious sentiment would not make these problems disappear. People will always find a convenient banner to march behind (brown eyed people unite!).
My problem has always been what to say to people when they displaying intolerance. Thanks to Patton Oswald, I now have a concise response, “Oh sky cake, why are you so delicious?” If they care enough to google the phrase, they’ll know what I mean and hopefully take the hint.
…or possibly be they’ll be horribly offended and kill me. Guess we’ll see.