(January 27, 2017 at 11:15 am)Asmodee Wrote:(January 26, 2017 at 11:22 pm)AceBoogie Wrote: lol I can't even take some of these people seriously.
edit: If we all took time to listen to every recycled, repeated, recited argument that many of the theists here present, we'd never have time to discuss anything else. If someone takes time to build a decent argument, I'll respond seriously. But if I need to explained why, "The miracle at fatima, there god" is idiotic" then there's not much help I can offer you. Besides, there are people on here much smarter than me that I'm sure we'd all rather hear from.
I think you misunderstand. I actually thought it was an excellent response. Simple, effective, to the point. Your point was illustrated perfectly. "You are mislead, that story is laughable." It really was a great response. I gave you a kudos for it and everything.
oh my
“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
