Thanks Occam. I was at a celebration of my daughter’s graduation as a vet at Cornell University (she was accepted to go much further and has completed her internship, and is nearly finished working in her first year of three more as a surgical resident. She is the only Cornell vet student to have received the right to do her internship at the same school that she graduated at as a vet and now she has gone further and has become the only student in the history of the school who was accepted in the same school to complete her work as a surgical resident (they accept one a year). I apologize for talking about her but she is wonderful and I like spreading her genius around a bit.
Anyway, as I was saying, at the celebration one of the students was waxing intelligent about the God who is (and can be proved to be as such), and the God who isn’t (and whose non-existence cannot be proved.)
These days - in my twighlight - I tend to allow the young to throw their academic weight around - listening more than I used to do, and throwing in the odd comment to stoke the coals: and sometimes I even get a fire.
I am still convinced that a positive statement can be proved. But a negative statement cannot. So when I say to these students in the middle of their tirade, “Prove that Gods exist, then you must follow with the corollary prove that Gods do not exist.” I enjoy their brightly straining eyes in their bursting faces with blood vessels standing out in their necks as they try. What fun!