(January 14, 2016 at 10:01 am)Drich Wrote:(January 11, 2016 at 9:46 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: I actually doubt islam would exist if christianity didn't as islam is heavily based on christianity, and the hindus are notably un-evangelical. Infact most pagan relgions are alot more tolerant then christianity was historically. Also bear in mind, the "they burn babies" was pretty much the go to line for ancient propaganda. So while a few did commit human sacrifice, the vast majority did not. Also on a very interesting note, those that did commit human sacrifice, it was considered an honor and was done by volunteers. These volunteers where then treated as heros. Not pretty, but prettier then the bloody verdict of verdun.Ah, no.
Islam was based on one mans desire to dominate and rule what he understood to be the world. To do this he had to Illegitimize Christianity not base his religion on it. Rather he returned to Judaism and strict pharisaical legalism to drive his religion, not the freedom found in Christianity.
It was yes, and Christianity gave him the fertile ground to work. Also if you think Christianity wasn't used the same way guess again. It was used time and again by rulers to accomplish the same goal. St. Cyrus and valens the first ( if I have his name right) both did so to great effect. Also Islam didn't traditionally force conversion the way Christianity did and they more then happy to trade with lots of religions and left their beliefs be. Hence we still have lots of Syrian and Egyptian Christians and Zoroastrians are still around.
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.
