(November 4, 2016 at 2:17 am)Huggy74 Wrote:(November 4, 2016 at 1:47 am)operator Wrote: So... you still haven't answered my question. Stop with the convoluted nonsense and follow through with your idea. Who created god?
To put it simply, no one.
Says who? You? Are you the ultimate authority in defining supreme intelligence?
(November 4, 2016 at 2:28 am)ApeNotKillApe Wrote:(November 4, 2016 at 1:47 am)operator Wrote: So... you still haven't answered my question. Stop with the convoluted nonsense and follow through with your idea. Who created god?
I did.
Oh my. All HAIL APENOTKILLAPE!
“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
