RE: A question that destroyes atheism, apparently.
January 25, 2014 at 8:27 pm
(This post was last modified: January 25, 2014 at 8:39 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(January 25, 2014 at 8:09 pm)Kitanetos Wrote: The thing to remember is that when theists talk, their convoluted world view has convinced themselves this is what they hear:
http://youtu.be/W-fFHeTX70Q
In reality, this is what is actually coming out of their mouths:
http://youtu.be/QGM95WPC8UU
I see your point, but Charlie Chaplin was both intelligent and funny.
(January 25, 2014 at 7:56 pm)pocaracas Wrote: This guy is an idiot...
Here's his follow up video:
There's so much wrong with what he says that I can't even... ARGHH
Some of it has already been addressed by lemon...
Then he goes on to evolution as a means of "survival, instead of truth"... less than one minute later, he says "if evolution selects for true beliefs".. blah blah... Am I the only one who sees the deception here?
Couldn't keep up with the rest of it, as I kept thinking back to this.... but it all sounded like BS.
"my worldview explains everything, yours does not, derp"!
He also seems to be telling that I must believe in scientific determinism, Which I don't because I understand the Heisenberg uncertainty principle. Regarding his point on evolution selecting for surivival instead of truth, yes that is correct, however there are plenty of cases where untrue beliefs will affect survival dramatically, like for instance in the case of Kara Neuman http://content.time.com/time/nation/arti...52,00.html
So in short yes we can trust our thoughts when we have corresponding evidence which christianity lacks.
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.
