As a cause is something principled and aiming towards a deeper commitment or rise to action in the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that I have spent most of my life as a lost one.
The word skeptic conjures a host of images. A dour atheist shitting on the miracles and mysteries of the world. A perpetual party pooper that seeks to constantly rain on life’s parade with a shit storm of exposition about why what you believe is wrong, all the while asserting that what they believe is right.
If we are to come to reason well in our lives – come to reason and walk away with something resembling our truth –
“Our lives aren’t a product of predetermination, they’re simply a collection of probabilities.” – Zor Is the mind different from the brain?