Philosophy was one of two classes I liked in college - the other being english lit. it may not have been an official part of the curriculum, like studying the different schools of thought - but we discussed things like this after the boring stuff was done. ‘God is dead’ was popular back then - and we would drag the professor to lunch after class to continue the arguments.
dont have time for all your questions, but I know God exists. It became real for me the first time I looked into the eyes of my first child. That was the day I left the Catholic church because I KNEW babies were automatically granted the right to see the face of God, while the rest of us burned off those sins in purgatory.
I might not be able to describe God, but I know Him when I see Him.
Yes—I know what you mean, about knowing God exists. I think I truly believed in God, and in the existence of the soul, the day I watched my beloved grandmother pass away. I cannot exactly describe this (and I was only a teenager at the time) but I could tell the moment her soul left her body. How tragic, to not believe that we can live forever, with Christ! How amazing, that our Creator would lower Himself to become a man, so that we could know Him!