RE: Reasons for God
October 22, 2009 at 5:41 pm
(This post was last modified: October 22, 2009 at 5:41 pm by Violet.)
??? So you are suggesting that I 'descaffold' my previous justifications in regard to everything? Yes, I am prejudiced that a coffee cup is probably just like every other coffee cup I have ever seen, and that it will not turn into the hulk and rip me to shreds if I touch it.
We are all 'guilty' of this, because it is ridiculous to see | | | | | | | | | and rejustify each and every one of them. Unless I have reason to see one of those |'s differently from the others: then there is a really good chance that it is just like the others (or at least similar enough for me to consider them equally).
Of course I'm going to laugh at you telling me there is a pony on my table... as I'm sitting right in front of it (in good light) and not seeing a solid, opaque, average pony I'm willing to accept that there is a pony on my table, but I laugh at the concept initially, and unless you can justify the pony's existence by my standards: I will do little more than laugh But I will listen until it becomes clear to me that one just keeps repeating the same thing over
and over again
We are all 'guilty' of this, because it is ridiculous to see | | | | | | | | | and rejustify each and every one of them. Unless I have reason to see one of those |'s differently from the others: then there is a really good chance that it is just like the others (or at least similar enough for me to consider them equally).
Of course I'm going to laugh at you telling me there is a pony on my table... as I'm sitting right in front of it (in good light) and not seeing a solid, opaque, average pony I'm willing to accept that there is a pony on my table, but I laugh at the concept initially, and unless you can justify the pony's existence by my standards: I will do little more than laugh But I will listen until it becomes clear to me that one just keeps repeating the same thing over
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