“Beliefs are sacred” is a phrase I hear often from those of religious persuasions. In the rebellious stage of my Atheism I sieged against this premise, denying its holy truism.
There is something deep, personal, and “core-to self” (help me with the word…) when it comes to beliefs. It isn’t to be questioned by others, but the self. Beliefs are the sole property of the self.
Unless, one opens oneself to debate.
For example, I believe in gravity. There are sound basis to my belief in this concept: science, witness accounts, and sensory experience has proved this true to me. I am NOT open to debate on this one and will not be jumping off of buildings no matter how hard someone tries to tell me I can fly.
That is a core belief. No debates. It is mine, and one of many I need to ground myself into sane reality.
We all have core beliefs. Strangely, some people place what appears to most as “nonessentials” in this core belief realm and guard it with fervor. There are two types of people who do I this: the outwardly appearing arrogant who are truly just guarding themselves from harm and thus protecting their staying in a sane reality. An example of this is believing one’s dead mother is still alive; or, let’s be fun with this, Elvis being alive. Obviously one places this as a core belief to guard on self from the pain of addressing reality. Other types of people fall into the realm of what we call “insane” or “mentally ill”. What a sour judgment to make on our fellow man! Surely, you may not believe there are flaming monkeys in the TV, but as not normal as that sounds it is the individual’s belief and until he/she is able to open oneself up to debate, it will stay in his/her core, protecting the inner self.
And on that point I digress. Although I could continue.
Penny for your thoughts? As poor as I am at the moment, I will gladly scrounge for one if you but ask me,