Imagine for a minute that for your whole life, from the very moment of your conception until the last breath escapes from your weathered old lungs, you lived in a dark cave. You never knew sunlight, you never knew moonlight, you never saw color. Everything was completely black.
Do you think that you could imagine the innumerable stars? The vast and deep ocean? A sky full of clouds that seem to go on forever, painted like cartoons by the very hand of God himself?
It's like trying to imagine a color that doesn't exist in our world. How could you do it?
So, in Philosophy class, in a bunch of carefully-worded steps, Descartes theorized that because we have an idea of God in our minds, then that would point towards the existence of such a God. Because imagining God without anything to give us the idea would be as ridiculous as imagining a color that no man has ever seen.
Can we as finite beings truly imagine some all-knowing, all-powerful, everlasting being? If we were to conjure God ourselves, wouldn't he be much more like us? Maybe more like the greek gods of old, swooping down to seduce ladies. Much more human.
I'm not saying I'm convinced on this argument. I'm just looking for feedback by people much more learned than I.
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