RE: God Yahweh Allah was a volcano.
July 30, 2011 at 10:28 pm
(This post was last modified: July 30, 2011 at 10:28 pm by Violet.)
Kind of pointless, really. I am tired of being threatened by someone: I remove them from the equation.
Murder is a good way to do this. As is kidnap. Counter-threats with a larger force what has bigger guns can sometimes work too.
Or: I disarm them. Have a banana? I eat the banana. Have a gun? I steal it from them. Have a longsword? I get a catholic priest to attempt to seize it for me. 2 birds: one stone.
4+ religions were born of this little mistake then. I certainly wouldn't hang around a damned volcano after it erupts. And an immovable object makes for a poor god for someone not nearby.
I do not see why it can't be entirely fictional (entirely). Though granted: it is some pretty poor fiction. Take a play from the era any day over the rubbish that is the 'greatest story ever sold'.
Murder is a good way to do this. As is kidnap. Counter-threats with a larger force what has bigger guns can sometimes work too.
Or: I disarm them. Have a banana? I eat the banana. Have a gun? I steal it from them. Have a longsword? I get a catholic priest to attempt to seize it for me. 2 birds: one stone.
Hanah Wrote:Because it doesn't ring true. What rings true for me is that the Hebrews really did arrive at a volcano and they really did worship it due to not knowing what the hell it was. It just makes sense that a very powerful and indomitable religion like none before it could arise from this one stupid mistake born out of supersticious minds. It makes absolute sense to me.
4+ religions were born of this little mistake then. I certainly wouldn't hang around a damned volcano after it erupts. And an immovable object makes for a poor god for someone not nearby.
I do not see why it can't be entirely fictional (entirely). Though granted: it is some pretty poor fiction. Take a play from the era any day over the rubbish that is the 'greatest story ever sold'.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day