(March 20, 2015 at 3:00 pm)FatAndFaithless Wrote: I find this substance-less, vacuous wheel-spinning, somewhat-eastern-sounding mysticism stuff even more grating than the good old fire and brimstone shit.
I get a chuckle out of it because it simply highlights how the concept of god really only exists in each individual's mind. There is no definitive god, just a bunch of people filling in the gaps of a piss poor collection of Iron Age tales on their own.
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