(November 29, 2013 at 12:39 pm)Vegamo Wrote:(November 29, 2013 at 4:44 am)pocaracas Wrote: Huh? The Sun is a planet?
It was thought to be a planet before early astronomers called it a star. Nice try
(November 29, 2013 at 10:05 am)pocaracas Wrote: Sounds like a big mess to say "we're not sure what it means, but we do know it's the word of god, so it must the conveyed trust-worthily"... the ancient arabic version of the word of god... god couldn't convey its message in chinese? or greek? those languages haven't evolved that much since ancient times... those would have been far more suitable to impart the wisdom upon humanity...
Oh well, just another god blunder for y'all...
Translation is an issue. For example no one is sure if there are "Virgins" or "raisins" when you go to "heaven" in Islam.
The Hadith were created by a bunch of Waco sexually deviant camel monkeys who wanted to translate the Quran in their own words and control women around them. It was basically mid evil politics mixed with whatever they thought can control the population and induce order.
Just like Christianity was harsh on women many years ago, Islam will be altered many years from now once women start demanding their rights.
I think he is referring to Anaxagoras, a Greek scientist who was the first to suggest that the sun is far away and that the sun and moon are not divine, but rather the moon is a cold rock and the sun is a hot rock. Seems primitive by our standards, but he was one of the first pioneers of the scientific method and one of the first to try to come up with naturalistic explanations for the world. Democritus is a person hero of mine, but his explanation for lightening is even worse.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
