There are times I wonder.
Were the olden times guys really serious when they made this stuff up?
I can see some bored clerics, plotzed on the sacrificial wine and one upping each other on what they can get their minions to buy.
'Sheml, I tell you what, we'll have them cut off some delicate body parts of their boy babies. If they don't lynch us, next week we'll hit 'em up for ten percent of their incomes and a goat. Be ready to run if it doesn't work out.'
Were the olden times guys really serious when they made this stuff up?
I can see some bored clerics, plotzed on the sacrificial wine and one upping each other on what they can get their minions to buy.
'Sheml, I tell you what, we'll have them cut off some delicate body parts of their boy babies. If they don't lynch us, next week we'll hit 'em up for ten percent of their incomes and a goat. Be ready to run if it doesn't work out.'
So how, exactly, does God know that She's NOT a brain in a vat?


