(November 4, 2016 at 8:19 am)Alasdair Ham Wrote:(November 4, 2016 at 3:24 am)Mathilda Wrote: OK Huggy let me explain the context of the brain scans.
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Understand now?
His emotionality and religiosity and obtuseness will repress his understanding even if intellectually he comes to understand (which he probably won't because he's dumb as shit)... so even if he did come to understand he'd deceive himself and deny it.
You're not going to get Huggy to admit he's wrong here in a million years.
You probably know that already though, hehe.
An inability to admit when you're mistaken is a true testament to your character.
For the particularly weak among us, admitting your're wrong is worse than actually being wrong.
Interesting.
“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