At 2/27/10 10:04 PM, runpoochrun wrote:
In fact, that's what I surmised all along given that it takes a lot of stupidity to believe in a fairy tale book that a bunch of hippies wrote a few hundred years ago in order to soothe their inquiring minds on the reason for their existence.
Wow, you sound like an extremely smart person. Perhaps if you'd actually research some of these "Fairy Tales," you'd find an equal number of proofs pointing in the direction of God being factual.
Any manner of belief structure can seem unstable when picked apart...
OH YES MR SCIENTIST, I'M SO GLAD CLOUDS OF MICROSCOPIC PARTICLES SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MANIFEST THEMSELVES INTO BEING! I GUESS SINCE THEY WERE SO MINUSCULE THEY NEED NOT EVER HAVE A BEGINNING. ( I prefer Clifford the Big Red Dog over that previous fairy tale I summed up for you.)
"What the thinker thinks, the prover proves."
Accepting any manner of belief blindly (yes even my Atheist friends who rely on only the most selective concepts of science to decorate their understandings with) without actually experimenting YOURSELF to see just what is possible, is foolish. It is of imperative importance one goes beyond the books of any creed, be it religious or science, and experiments themselves.
Read The Bible, The Torah, The Qur'an, attempt a prayer of some intervention. If that's not your style, utilize some literal Mind over Matter techniques to see if you, yourself can bring about change in conformity with your own will.
Just don't jam up and become one of the many who are so scared to try anything that might actually cause their previous understanding of reality to shatter.
As for myself, I was an Atheist for quite a long time, and quite a devious one at that, but instances can change an individual.
while I may still be a Liberal, (and quite devious,) my Friend, I am as well Christian after enough amazing instances changed me from Atheist.
Also, My IQ is about 125. (Some tests have pointed to 120, others 130, so I'll play it safe and leave it at 125)
Still perhaps I'm just a diamond in the rough, or too busy being brain washed from my fairy tales.