...but these roses stink.
Peterson used to identify as a Christian, but now when asked if he believes in god, he says "No, but I’m afraid that he might exist." He says he acts as if god does exist because actions speaks louder than words.
He’s a Christian apologist, that’s for sure, but as with all apologists, his argument dies at the cross.
Did his body resurrect?
"I don’t know-I don’t know. The accounts aren’t clear for one thing. What the accounts mean isn’t clear. I don’t know what happens to a person if they bring themselves completely into alignment. I’ve had intimations of what that might mean. We don’t understand the world very well. We don’t understand how the world could be mastered if it was mastered completely. We don’t know how an individual might be able to manage that. We don’t know what transformation that might make possible.”—Jordan Peterson
He started a political and cultural firestorm regarding the C-16 bill in Canada over his refusal to use special pronouns to describe different gender identities. He said that the pronouns are symbolic of a political agenda that he does not agree with and that they're trying to gain linguistic supremacy in the area of public discourse. He feels that the new use of pronouns isn’t a natural development of language. He said that they were doing this by using compassion as a guise and they were pulling the wool over people’s eyes.
He’s thinks political correctness has gone too far and is against the 'snowflake' thing, which most of us can agree with, but I do relish in the irony. When it comes to discourse, by all means, step in the ring, but this nutter thinks he’s 'the lord of the rings'.
When it comes to the one ring of power (my precious)…well, you know how magic can affect a person’s mind. He introduces ambiguity by violating the law of identity when it comes to defining God.
A God by any other name would still reek of supernaturalism. *sniff-sniff* And he’s hot on the trail. In this corner of the ring he wants us to believe that the names of things do not affect what they really are. He feels that those of us without a God would be foolish to feel any awe or gratitude towards our environment.
He walks like an Egyptian (medu-netjer)—in the beginning was the word and the word was god. He believes that writing itself was god given, but he forgets that before the word…there was
silence, and in this silence is where you can explore the qualities that we ascribe to sound.
His claim is that we’re riding on the coattails of religion, but religion doesn’t have a monopoly on our systems of communication, our morality, our emotions, or our creativity. All of these were derived from our environment. They lend to the survival of our species by strengthening social bonds and providing motivation. Religion is riding on the coattails of our planet. It is just several layers of old thick paint over the existing surface.
Life doesn't play to win, she plays not to lose.
Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Light are low, the curtains down
There's no one here… 