RE: Christian "purpose" and "meaning" in life.
May 20, 2014 at 3:10 pm
(This post was last modified: May 20, 2014 at 3:19 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
Well you haven't even demonstrated that facts on that prophecy, which clearly states that nechudnezzar who was seiging Tyre at the time would take the city, demolish it and depopulate it. That never happened
And the reason it changes from singular to plural is because the Babylonians had allies.
One more thing. I don't believe in what you would call the supernatural at all, I simply believe that there phenomenon that we have no tadequately explained yet.You see calling anything supernatural makes assumptions, assumptions I'm not willing to make because they were made time and again in the past about things like disease and have not been vindicated once. So to put it in clear words, there are things that happen and we have idea what causes them.
And the reason it changes from singular to plural is because the Babylonians had allies.
One more thing. I don't believe in what you would call the supernatural at all, I simply believe that there phenomenon that we have no tadequately explained yet.You see calling anything supernatural makes assumptions, assumptions I'm not willing to make because they were made time and again in the past about things like disease and have not been vindicated once. So to put it in clear words, there are things that happen and we have idea what causes them.
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.
