(October 20, 2013 at 4:39 pm)Sword of Christ Wrote:(October 20, 2013 at 1:36 pm)Norfolk And Chance Wrote: Define "magic"?
I'd define it the same way atheists use to disparage the belief in God in this case.
(October 20, 2013 at 1:48 pm)Faith No More Wrote: And again, you tell others what they believe.
You don't believe in God?
The sheer arrogance you display is remarkable.
Arrogance to claim that atheists don't believe in God? But I thought that was the idea of atheism?
Quote:Your reading comprehension is so low that I am forced to conclude you dropped out of school in the third grade.
Or it could be you're talking nonsense? I know atheists don't believe in God so I'm trying to challenge this mistaken. If you don't want to defend this belief/ideology of your then don't bother.
Quote:No, you need an ego to behave like the condescending asshole that you are.
You're the one being condescending and calling me names I'm not doing that to you. Ad hominen attack much? It just means you have no real argument worth talking about if you resort to that.
(October 20, 2013 at 2:21 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: ......Really, and since when has a scientist ever said there was nothing before the big bang? None.
There wasn't a before the big bang , God hadn't created time itself yet.
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And can't seem to understand that discussing the state before the big runs into a failing of the English language as it relies on temperol states of past present and future. I thought a Anglican would understand English guess I was wrong. Now as I understand the big band there was a state prior to the big bang, but I what to you ( and forgive the failing of language here) to cite a respected scientist talking about the state of nothing prior to the big bang. I also see you made the assertion that god created time. Back that up. And you still have to define magic
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.
