RE: Tentatively Christian; looking for a reasonable discussion
March 20, 2015 at 9:47 pm
(This post was last modified: March 20, 2015 at 9:49 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(March 18, 2015 at 6:36 am)Aractus Wrote: Ok right, so Min has evidence when he claims that Jesus was a myth does he?
Proving beyond a doubt that Jesus was a myth is a nearly impossible thing to do because like all things with history, you can't really prove what happened but rather your goal is to determine what most likely happened.
I personally think that it more likely that Jesus was a real man in the 1st century that developed a small following that later mythizied his character. The reason I think this is because of the birth stories in Matthew and Luke. Both seem to have these badly cobbled stories that are placing his birth in bethelehem and his life in Nazareth. If the story was wholly made up then why would they not simple place his whole early life in bethelehem?
(March 20, 2015 at 8:53 pm)Mezmo! Wrote:(March 20, 2015 at 7:33 pm)Delicate Wrote: I'm sorry, but almost everything here is absolute garbage so far as refuting the first-cause argument.Absolutely correct. They just keep knocking down straw men. When someone points to the error of their ways (trying to translate the Scholastic tradition into the language of modern analytic philosophy), they just prop the straw men back up and start over.
I call sock puppet.
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.
