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probably because jesus never existed. The proof for the existence of a "Jesus of Nazareth," is shaky at best.
Problem is, the historians have not reached a consensus on really any of the details surrounding this man. Some historians believe that Jesus was actually a common name then and the Bible actually refers to several different people as jesus throughout the Old Testament. All of this stuff is so loose and undefined that who the fuck knows what the truth is.
Even if Jesus did exist? So what? That is honestly my biggest point.
probably because jesus never existed. The proof for the existence of a "Jesus of Nazareth," is shaky at best.
Problem is, the historians have not reached a consensus on really any of the details surrounding this man. Some historians believe that Jesus was actually a common name then and the Bible actually refers to several different people as jesus throughout the Old Testament. All of this stuff is so loose and undefined that who the fuck knows what the truth is.
Even if Jesus did exist? So what? That is honestly my biggest point.
“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
