(May 22, 2014 at 3:06 am)Luckie Wrote: More....Yes input that has demonstrably shown to come from the enviroment.
What provided the single celled organisms with the genetic information needed for mutation. Cells are like a computer. Info in. Doesn't breed info out. It needs input.
Quote:There was always some jews there to begin. Also no one "put" the jew there but themselves or a period of 30 years.
Sorry love. But I am through with scientific debate. Just put it this way. The Jews have been placed back in is real in 1948.
Quote: The scientists are stating that oceanic life will cease in 2048.Citation sorely needed for that extraordinary claim
Quote: The prophecy state that the 3rd time the Jews are sent back to Israel the lord will come and the generation to see this will not die.First of all, where does it say that? So according to what you say here, we need to boot all the jews out of isreal agian? And what ship them back on wesjet in a year or two?
Quote: The bible and the new testament are the oldest books next too homers Odyssey. The odyssey has thousands of literary discrepancies. The bible less than 100.Just going to name a few that are older then the bible off the top of my head.
Plato's republic
Euclid's sarced geometry
Caesar's Gallic wars
Hippocraitc corpus
The hindu's vedas (all 4)
Plutarch's books ( all three life's of)
Jason the Argonauts
I think that proves my point
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
