RE: Supernatural Evidence?
November 4, 2016 at 5:52 pm
(This post was last modified: November 4, 2016 at 5:53 pm by AceBoogie.)
(November 4, 2016 at 11:01 am)Irrational Wrote: Agreed, but admitting wrong is a struggle for both theists and atheists, myself included especially.
Fair enough. I think it can be difficult at times for anyone to admit when they're wrong, but it's definitely a good life skill to learn. It's something I have sort of forced myself to learn as I've grown up because I come from a family where no one ever likes admitting they're wrong. And as I've gotten older, seeing my parents who are in their 40s and 50s and my grandparents who are in their 60s and 70s REFUSE to admit when they're mistaken is, quite honestly, sad. And I really don't want to be that 40 or 50 year old guy who's so stuck in his ways that he refuses to even learn anything new. That's just insane.
Failing to admit when you're mistaken is worse than being mistaken in my opinion.
(November 4, 2016 at 1:04 pm)Asmodee Wrote: Interestingly, I've never met a theist who as ever admitted to me even that it is even possible that they are wrong about the existence of god, much less admitted that they actually were wrong.
I can probably say the same. The theist usually never extends an olive branch yet always expects one to be extended in their direction.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll