RE: The false self and our knowledge of it's deception proves God.
April 9, 2017 at 9:43 pm
(This post was last modified: April 9, 2017 at 9:44 pm by AceBoogie.)
(April 9, 2017 at 9:40 pm)Brian37 Wrote: Please QUOTE me IN EXACT WORDS where I accused you of selling me anything.
I SAID your are using a word rooted in a past older than your own personal interpretation.
You are arguing an new version of an old word. In the same way Buddhists don't want to admit their own past. Just like there are Jews who skip the God but like the ritual. Just like Bill O'Reilly has argued Catholicism to be a "philosophy" and not a religion.
Satanism is a word to describe others who buy into the same ideas you do. It still has "Satan" rooted in the word itself. Just like Jews hate it when you point out the word "Yahweh" started out as a polytheistic CLAIM.
YES I am sure you want to call it a "philosophy" but again, doesn't change that someone in the past took the word "Satan" from the old traditions and decided to market it as "philosophy".
LMFAO. ^^
Proof that not all atheists are intelligent.
edit:
You are literally just repeating the same things several times after I've explained that I'm not disagreeing with you on some of your points. You are one moronic individual.
“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
