Claiming that there is a part of our brain that can give us an experience of God is proof that there is no God is like saying that a telephone in your house proves that there is nobody except you alive in the world.
Saint Laika's
It is what it is. We are who we are.
My right temporal lobe is telling me that this guy is full of s**t.
I think that means that shit doesn’t exist, DC. Which is obviously untrue as I’m always in the shit or up to my neck in it. I also understand that you can get some real good shit from a man in the pub down the road.