RE: Supernatural Evidence?
November 4, 2016 at 8:00 am
(This post was last modified: November 4, 2016 at 8:00 am by AceBoogie.)
(November 4, 2016 at 4:57 am)Mathilda Wrote:Interesting.(November 4, 2016 at 3:56 am)operator Wrote: How did this thread turn into a discussion about gender identity?
Because Huggy is trying to avoid discussing the fact that his concept of free will does not stand up to scrutiny.
Not everything is influenced by your will.
Gender identity is not something I really understand I suppose. Even though I am what most people, I imagine, would consider me to be a masculine man, I don't ever THINK about identifying as a man, woman, or otherwise. I simply feel like a PERSON who happens to have a penis. Maybe that is because I don't really feel any conflict with my gender/gender identity so it's not something I think about. Something to consider Huggy...
However I do understand that others in society, though they may be in a minority, DO in fact feel some sort of internal/external conflict over their internal/external selves. They claim it is something that's not under their control and I believe that because, well why the fuck wouldn't I?
Actually, never mind what I just said. They're all godless heathens and should be put to death.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll