(September 25, 2013 at 11:47 pm)Lion IRC Wrote:Yeah fuck nonbeliever and all there inventions like: The light bulb, The internet, The telephone, Binary computers. Just to name a few.(September 25, 2013 at 7:47 pm)Faith No More Wrote: Yeah, those damn scientists and their insatiable thirst for knowledge and refusal to rest on their laurels. Life would be so much better if everyone was just content with being a simpleton and drooling out "goddidit" as the answer for everything without bothering to figure out how anything works.
If you don't like the answers science gives you, feel free to stop reaping its benefits. We could weed out the gene pool very quickly if the devout would simply try live off prayer and faith.
I am very happy with the post-modern ambiguity of the jargon we get from folk like Lawrence Krauss.
You want gaps?
*Multiverse of the gaps. (This from the Occams Razor folk who tell intelligent design theists not to conjure up stuff)
*Quantum mechanics of the gaps. (But we wanted certainty Mr Heisenberg and you gave us chaos theory)
*Past-eternal universe of the gaps. (Groundhog Day? Really? THAT'S your "brute fact" answer to theistic creation?)
*Somewhere over the rainbow...one day we will know the answer. (THAT is gaps reasoning writ large!!! Can't you see how hypocritical it is for the kettle to call the pot black? Biblical theology says EXACTLY that about many things.)
Next time you wanna plead that whole..."one day we will discover the answer" cop-out, just substitute the words...God works in mysterious ways.
The bible says God did it. That statement is not altered or peer reviewed or subject to popular opinion. Science has the luxury of getting stuff wrong and changing the "facts" as it goes. (The "beauty of science" - we get to stuff up and rewrite a new tentative hypothesis and still pretend it is somehow a hallmark of high IQ)
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
