RE: I am a theist, what do you think of my proof for God existing?
November 3, 2016 at 8:59 pm
(This post was last modified: November 3, 2016 at 9:00 pm by AceBoogie.)
(November 3, 2016 at 8:57 pm)Primordial Bisque Wrote:(November 3, 2016 at 8:45 pm)operator Wrote: The same BS that every fanatic tries to use to 'prove' how real their god is. How sad.
I wish people would realize that if you want to believe in fairy tales, it's best to just keep them to yourself.
Agreed, although this one is too much fun.
It's nice to see a fresh face join the party and put the screws to the OP. It's been ~50 pages of crazy, so it's nice to be able to kick back and just pop off jokes for a while.
Haha glad I could help.
I would honestly debate with theists more if their arguments weren't exactly the same all the time. Although I suppose theists could say the same about arguments from atheists.
But it's always interesting to me when theists present some point as if they just invented fire and then go, "PROVE ME WRONG!"
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
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
