(September 22, 2010 at 7:56 am)DiRNiS Wrote: The Biblical story about the parting of the Red Sea may really have happened - with a little help from some freak weather conditions, say researchers.
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Note that this article does not mention the need for divine intervention and the supposed place where this "miracle" happened is not in the Red Sea but an area of the Nile Delta region nearby. However, I will not be surprised if some theist morons attribute these "findings" as "proof" that their fairy tale is true and backed by science.
Of course they will. But hell, grant the whole scenario; it still doesn't make any sense. So, God causes Pharoah and the Egyptians to pursue the Israelites, and then when the Israelites meet a road block, Moses then uses divine powers (from God, presumably) to part the waters to get them out of a jam that the deity himself created in the first place? Makes about as much sense as God sending himself in the form of Jesus to get his creation out of a spiritual jam that God himself created and foreknew.
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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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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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