We always gave my Dad a bag of mixed nuts for special occasions.
One year I took a package of craft eyes (small white disks with a clear bubble over them and a little black bead, pupil, inside) and glued two on each nut. They watched him while being consumed.
He loved it and kept them for a long time.
One year I took a package of craft eyes (small white disks with a clear bubble over them and a little black bead, pupil, inside) and glued two on each nut. They watched him while being consumed.
He loved it and kept them for a long time.
So how, exactly, does God know that She's NOT a brain in a vat? 
