(September 15, 2010 at 8:54 pm)solja247 Wrote: Everything that has a beginning, has a cause, God didnt have a beginning, therefore God is the cause of the universe (as it had a beginning). I dont know where God came from, it does seem bizzare. However, I am sure one you can ask Him.
This is so flawed logically, I don't know where to start. You make a giant leap from saying everything has a beginning to "God didn't have a beginning." How do you know this? Because the Bible and doctrine claims he is omniscient and eternal? How can you possibly know anything about a omniscient, all-powerful god from cobbled together holy texts and voices in the head?
The fact that the universe had a beginning doesn't necessarily mean that God was the impetus behind that beginning. To say so is specious reasoning. We don't know how it began, but invoking a spiritual beings into the equation complicates matters to the Nth degree when a quite simple explanation will probably do, and it's a bit like giving up when we answer still-unknown questions with supposedly all-power beings to explain them.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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