Fuck Yeah Stephen Fry

What the Greeks were saying is that we have divine fire, whatever is divine is in us, as humans. We are as good as the Gods. The Gods are capricious and mean and foolish and stupid and jealous and rapine and all the things that Greek mythology show us that they are. And Shelley quite rightly understood that mythological idea, that the champion of real humanity and of real humanism, as we’ve come to call it, is we are captains of our soul and masters of our destiny, and that we contain any divine fire that there is, divine fire that is fine and great. I mean it’s perfectly obvious that if there were ever a God he has lost all possible taste. You’ve only got to look - forget the aggression and unpleasantness of the radical right or the Islamic hordes to the East - the sheer lack of intelligence and insight and ability to express themselves and to enthuse others of the priesthood and the clerisy here, in this country, and indeed in Europe, you know God once had Bach and Michelangelo on his side, he had Mozart, and now who does he have? People with ginger whiskers and tinted spectacles who reduce the glories of theology to a kind of sharing, you know? That’s what religion has become, a feeble and anaemic nonsense, because we understood that the fire was within us, it was not in some idol on an altar, whether it was a gold cross or whether it was a Buddha or anything else, that we have it. The fault is in us, but also the glory is in us, not in our stars. The glory - anything - we take credit for what is great about man and we take blame for what is dreadful about man. We neither grovel nor apologise at the feet of a God, or are so infantile as to project the idea that we once had a father as human beings and we therefore should have a divine one too. We have to grow up.

Stephen Fry on The Blasphemy Debate