Walking in the woods with an acquaintance of mine, we came upon clearing with a she-bear and her cub on the opposite verge.
The mama-bear looked over at us and decided to charge.
I ran off but looked back and saw my companion sitting down to put on some trainers.
I yelled that he should not waste time with the shoes because he couldn't outrun the bear anyway.
He said, "I don't have to outrun the bear. I just have to outrun you."
So I shot him in the knee.
The mama-bear looked over at us and decided to charge.
I ran off but looked back and saw my companion sitting down to put on some trainers.
I yelled that he should not waste time with the shoes because he couldn't outrun the bear anyway.
He said, "I don't have to outrun the bear. I just have to outrun you."
So I shot him in the knee.
So how, exactly, does God know that She's NOT a brain in a vat?