(December 15, 2016 at 9:25 pm)alpha male Wrote: Yes, you did. The So...? construct implies that you find the question to be evident from the quoted position.
Wrong. No, I didn't. You implied that god does not have free will so I was asking you to clarify whether or not you were saying god was not all powerful. I never made any conclusions about god's power.
(December 15, 2016 at 9:25 pm)alpha male Wrote: But if it's really just a question, the answer is...no. Free will doesn't seem to be a function of power.
Are you admitting that god does not have free will?
(December 15, 2016 at 9:25 pm)alpha male Wrote: Which one? He tied two together. My response depends on which is used, hence the request for a definition in the first place.
The one in which he defines omnipotent. Did I really have to explain this for you? No, you're just incapable of having a genuine discussion and what I think you want is to bog down the debate with arguments over semantics so you can hope to prove some silly point.
(December 15, 2016 at 9:25 pm)alpha male Wrote: If you can't define your terms, you're not capable of having a genuine discussionAll-powerful isn't my term. Omnipotent isn't my term. see? I can be a petty asshole too, if that's really how you want to play this.
“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
