(December 15, 2013 at 6:59 pm)insider432 Wrote:Well then perhaps you can clarify on what you mean by god, how you justified in claiming to know anything about seeing as how cannot know anything before the big bang.(December 15, 2013 at 6:36 pm)Chas Wrote: Furthermore, if we re-cast this in base 16, we get:
5A0 minutes in a day = adds up to F
15180 seconds in a day = adds up to F
2760 minutes in a week = adds up to F
80520 minutes in a year = adds up to F
F is the magic number!
Base 10 is the only system that corresponds to and reflects physical reality. All other bases are bogus. The base 10 system was not invented but discovered in nature.
1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8 = 36 = 9
9 is the sum of all digits in a base 10, try that with any other base.
at the same time you cannot distuingish between a 9 and a 0 using the digital root method. 9 models everything and nothing simultaneously. It is both the singularity and the vacuum.
9 + any digit will return the same.
the number 9 has unique properties other numbers do not have and its the invisible driving force.
(December 15, 2013 at 6:57 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Yes, well it doesn't then your assertion has just been challenged on various point by me and two other users successfully.
Dont think so. You have provided nothing to challenge any of this. First spend some time understanding what i pointed out to you because you clearly don't. This is not about God but the fact that this physical universe is a creation, nothing more and nothing less. Either certain forces are intelligent themselves and therefor inherit consciousness OR those unseen forces are governed by some sort of intelligence, there are no other options. to label this chance or coincidence reflects the highest form of ignorance.
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.
