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Friday, April 8th, 2005
1:54 am
[cubedtothex04]
When In Rome....
I happened to discover this place. I felt it must have SOME significance to my life, since it was created on my 15th birthday and all.

Absorb this:

Is there really a such "thing" as time? Or have we as human just used a fabrication of a measurement in order to manage and take control of our everyday lives?

I believe that time has always existed. There is no point in which it stared, becaue it was always there. Even when the universe is destroyed time will still be around, whether it decides to go forward or back, it's an eternal thing. However as a human the concept of something that has always been and never created at a distinct point is very hard to imagine.
Saturday, August 28th, 2004
4:52 pm
[hiyabob002]
Logic

What is Logic?

This is cross-posted in several different communities. The link above is to my page where it is more convenient for me too keep track of all the replies.

Sunday, July 25th, 2004
6:45 am
[hiyabob002]
Friday, May 23rd, 2003
12:36 am
[drewsky]
well well well its been like a year since i updated in here.. so lets seeeeeee. oh k.. hmmm.. work is actually going pretty damn good!!! tracy and i are gettin along so well..however i know shes gonna bemad at me because i forgot to take out the hashbrowns for tomorrow morning.. *sighs* i was like down to croft road and i wasnt about to turn back. but anyways. i got out early tonite it was great!!!!!
the past couple of days its been me lee and q hangin out.. chris was with us once. we were at q's house one nite lol and his mom came home and wasnt mad that i was there but mad that i was sleeping on her couch because its like her fav!!! i felt bad but its q's fault!! haha
so yeah.. tomorrow im callin travel agents to see if i can get a cheaper ticket cause damn the cheapest i see is like 213 prob more now.. i saw it for 160 a week ago but mom wouldnt let me use her credit card until i gave her the money!! grrr i have a credit card but grrr i dont have enough money on it. oh well. so anyways.. june is cummmmmin up REALLY fast and i cant wait. my phone is pissin me off its being a craphead so i have to take it back! this will be the 2nd one! fuckin 50 or 60 bucks grrrrrrrr. im goin to wallllly world tomorrow and sallys cause imma relax lees hair tomorrow. so much fun! hopefully she will be gettinher car back soon! haha! i need to go to church more. ive like skipped it the last couple of weeks. i went last week but geez!!! i need to go! so yeah. i think im gonna get goin. im prob goin to lees for a bit tonite or to stay the nite

Current Mood: awake
Friday, November 8th, 2002
8:56 pm
[t3knomanser]
Challenge...
A call to all athiests:
Athiesm is founded on the premise that there is no god. Its inverse, theism, is founded on the premise that there is a god. Theism is denied because there is no way to prove that there is a god. And it's fairly easy to deny or disprove the existance of a personal, interactive god.

My question is this- can it be proven, conclusively, that there is no god? Or is atheism taking a leap of faith in its key assumption? Remember, just because you can't prove something as true, doesn't mean it isn't. So I request a proof that there is no god, and this proof must be completely a priori, since the instant you bring in experience, I can guarantee a way to find a "god" in your system.
Monday, August 19th, 2002
4:39 pm
[ex_animate138]
Questions.
1. Is there a branch of science that deals solely with religion, God, or Christianity, or if there was, what do you think it would be called and just what might they do?

2. What are the fields of science that have the most to do with God and religion, in particular, Christianity?

Current Mood: happy
Thursday, November 29th, 2001
6:39 pm
[ask_bella]
(in no particlar order) my compilation of failed attempts to take me home, from nightmare evenings past & present...


1)(gesturing to his nether regions) Ya know, hon, it's not gonna suck itself.

2)That dress looks nice....Of course, it'd look even better crumpled up in the corner of my room.

3)Would you like to have breakfast tomorrow? Should I nudge you or call you?

4)Were your parents Greek gods? Because it takes two gods to make a goddess.

5)Your name is Sandra, huh? Can I call you Sandy? Really, what time?

6)Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.

7)Screw me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Gretchen?

8)Hi, the voices in my head told me to come talk to you!

9)Do you know the essential difference between sex and conversation? No, huh...So you want to go somewhere and talk?

10)(Female at the copy machine) Reproducing, eh? Mind if I help?

11)Hi, I'm conducting a feel test to see how many women here have pierced nipples....

12)You know the more I drink, the prettier you get!

13)Make a calling card that says.....Smile if you want to sleep with me! Then watch your victim try to hold back her smile.

14)Bond. James Bond.

15)You look like the type of girl who has heard every line in the book. So, what's one more?

16)Walk up to a lady at a social gathering (party, club, etc.) and simply ask, "are you ready to go home now?

17)Lie down. I think I love you

18)Your warm eyes melt the iciness of my heart.

19)Let's go back to my place and do the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway!

20)Here's a quarter....call your room-mate and tell her you won't be coming home tonight!

21)My name is ______. Just remember that, so you'll know what to scream later.

22)I've had a pretty bad day, and it usually makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me?

23)You know, I would die happy if I saw you naked just once!

24)What's your favourite position on extramarital sex?

25)I have only three months to live...

26)Hey, weren't you Miss Virginia last year?

27)Your daddy must be a drug dealer, cuz you're dope.

28)If I follow you home, will you keep me?

29)As she's leaving....Hey aren't you forgetting something? She: What? Me!

30)Hi, do you want to have my children? (assuming the answer is 'no') , OK then, can we just practice?

31)Wanna go halves in a baby?

32)Pardon me, what pickup line works best with you?

33)Are you looking for Mr. Right, or Mr. Right Now?

34)He: You look like my third wife. She: Oh, how many time have you been married? He: Twice.

35)So, what are the chances that we can engage in anything more than just conversation?

36)Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?

37)You know, I have a romantic side....let's go back to my room and see how long it takes you to find out!

38)Hey baby, will it bother you if I sleep in the nude?

39)I hope you don't mind me giving you this rose, but, I just had to show it how you beautiful you are...

40)I say your picture in the dictionary today, it was under KABAAM!
Saturday, October 13th, 2001
12:59 am
[ask_bella]
This is funny; give it a read!!


> Good evening my fellow Americans.
> First, I want to pass on my condolences to the
> people of New York and
> all Americans that are hurting in this tragic
> time. You can rest
> assured
> that anything and everything that can be done
> to assure the safety of
> our country will be done. This is the greatest
> country in the world
> and
> we will get through this trying time. Now is
> the time for all people
> to
> set aside our petty differences and show the
> world that no one or
> nothing can destroy the fortitude of the
> American people.
>
> To the people responsible for today's tragedy,
> I say this:
> Are you fucking kidding me? Are the turbans on
> your heads wrapped too
> tight? Have you gone too long without a bath?
> Do you not know who you
> are fucking with? Americans are so hungry to
> kill, that we shoot at
> each
> other every day. We will relish that
> opportunity for new targets for
> our
> aggression.
>
> Have you forgotten history? What happened to
> the last people that
> started fucking around with us? Remember the
> little yellow bastards
> over
> in Japan? We slapped them all over the Pacific
> and roasted about 2
> million of them in their own back yard. That's
> what we in America call
> a
> big ass barbecue. Ever seen Texas on a map?
> Ever wonder why it's so
> big?
> Because we wanted it that way, Mexico started
> jacking around with the
> Alamo and now they cut our lawns. England? We
> sent them packing.
>
> Ask your buddy Saddam about fucking with the
> good 'ole USA. The only
> reason he got away the first time is because
> it's too hard to shoot
> someone when you're doubled over laughing at
> them. Our soldiers aren't
> trained to laugh and shoot at the same time.
> Now he couldn't stop a
> pack
> of cub scouts from taking over his shitty
> little country.
>
> Trust us, Afghanistan will end up a giant
> kitty litter box. Go ahead
> and
> try to hide, Bin Laden. There's not a hole
> deep enough or a mountain
> high enough that's going to keep your camel
> riding asses safe. We will
> bomb every inch of the country that harbors
> him, his camps and any
> place
> that looks and even smells like he was there.
> Hell, we might even drop
> a
> few bombs on people that have pissed us off in
> the past. This is
> America. We kick ass. This is what we do. Go
> ahead and laugh now, but
> the Tomahawks are coming and we will smoke
> your sorry asses.
>
> God bless America!
Saturday, September 29th, 2001
4:11 pm
[0archimedes]
Self-deception
According to our own criteria, we humans are essentially very stupid. We are cursed with a multitude of debilitating instincts, defense mechanisms, and evolutionary traits that serve to deceive our rational thought and cloud the analytical mind. An example: have you ever made a wish -on say the candles of a birthday cake- and then not told anyone of the wish for fear that it would not come true if you told? You (hopefully) know better, but you find that a tiny part of you believes it anyway. There are countless other non-scientific hiccups that are inherent in our thought processes. This irrational exuberance of the mind manifests itself in numerous everyday beliefs: fate, superstitions, religion.
We automatically look for the fantastical to explain the apparent. Only by looking past these mental deceptions will we be able to achieve the full, albeit limited, potential of our rational thought.
11:41 am
[ask_bella]
**** this is an essay, writen by Barron; an old English teacher, friend and insparation. give it a read... *****

From Russia with Love

Receiving live CNN feeds on Russian television is never a good sign. It is even worse when the broadcasted images from half a world away are as recognizable as family portraits, when the native tongue can be heard speaking familiar vowels and consonants, when slang and grammar usage are slanted towards a sense of urgency, an overwhelming blanket of horror.

After being forced to watch last year's Presidential extra inning marathon on the sidelines as a new Peace Corps Volunteer in Russia I remember feeling for the first time how far way from home I was, how numbly separated from day to day American life my ship had sunk. I remember thinking that by missing the election, the election of my Republican President in a heated overtime slam dunk win, I was missing out on the action of being an American in America, that, historically speaking, nothing could ever possibly occur during my life away from America that would even come close to eclipsing the election.

How wrong I was.

Watching your country, your homeland, your monuments, your nationalized brothers and sisters attacked and destroyed on a television set in a foreign country, in a living room, on a couch half way around the world, taking in non-American air and padding dryness of swollen throat with non-American water is nothing less than a detachment of the senses, a detachment of reality, a detachment of being. The displaced mind, viewing televised images broadcasted in stark daylight, deals with shock by manifesting the idea that what is occurring is fantasy, a movie, a non-reality, because outside of television's daylight in the realm of the world in which the body finds itself, night has swallowed whole the sky, stars have blanketed the heavens and the face of the clock is set eleven hours into the future. Detachment. What the eyes see cannot be real . . . the final landing of commercial airplanes into structural steel and concrete, the Frankensteinian merging of man's gravitational achievements in architecture and travel . . . the morphing of man into bird 100 floors high and immediate realization that despite mankind's self development, egotistical growth and astral achievements evolution still has left him wingless . . . the collapsed implosion of crushed twin towers, the Siamese twin understanding that though maintaining a separate head, existence remains rooted among the shared heartbeat within. Through detachment Hollywood replaces reality. Screams appear rehearsed. Explosions planned. Scripts memorized and actions directed. Though even still, somewhere along the frontlines where fantasy meets reality, where life merges with imagination, the mind, subconsciously, understands what it is taking in, understands that Bruce Willis and James Bond will not suddenly appear bloodied and brandishing shiny weapons ready to save the day.

And detachment succumbs to reality.

It wasn't until I received the phone call from my mother checking in on my safety in Russia that the reality of the situation really began to unwind itself. Mom verified all that television could not, clarified all points that instantaneous Russian translation of English feed had failed to explain. When I mentioned I had been watching the same repeated images as her, surprisingly she asked, "How are the Russians reacting? Are they in the streets jumping for joy, clapping and proclaiming the terrorists heroes?"

Terrorists as heroes? Russia happy America was attacked? Russians hating Americans? Her response caught me off guard. Immediately I was projected backwards in time to when I first arrived in Russia one year ago, to my first experience with a Russian classroom, to my first question by Russian students, "What do Americans think of Russians." Without thinking I spilled all Cold War stereotypes Americans are raised with, that Russians despise Americans, that Russians hate Capitalism and lovingly embrace Stalin and Lenin and Communism, that Russians always wear winterized fur hats, carry vodka bottles in their pockets, wrestle bears in the streets, are all named Boris and Natasha, all wake every morning saluting their flag and singing their National Anthem and that all Russians live for the day their leaders rid the world of America forever with the depression of a single red nuclear button. I remember my students laughter. I remember them telling me they had been taught the same things about Americans with the substitution of whiskey for vodka, Indians for bears and Reagan and Nixon for Lenin and Stalin.

"Mom," I said, "Russians are mourning."

After the announcement of the attacks every channel of Russian television immediately canceled programming and switched over to live BBC and CNN broadcasts. English simultaneously was translated into Russian. Russian commentators, terrorist experts, historians and ranking political officials, including President Putin himself, began publicly to express their sorrows, to extend their help, to offer assistance and to answer questions concerning the who's, what's and why's of the attacks.

My telephone and the telephones of the other Peace Corps Volunteers living in Saratov rang non-stop from 4:30pm, when the attacks were first announced to the world, to somewhere around midnight. Our Russian students, Russian friends, Russian co-workers, neighbors, bosses and whoever else in possession of our phone numbers called. They took time out of their night, out of their private time to check in on Americans, Americans that were half way around the world from where the attacks were occurring, to make sure that we were safe, to let us know that their prayers and thoughts were with us. They asked about the safety of our friends and family in America. They expressed their shock, their sorrows and their anger towards both the attacks and responsible terrorists. Our Russian friends, through clenched teeth, expressed how the attacks, though occurring on American soil, felt like direct attacks on the Russian people.

It didn't stop with the phone calls. Those who didn't have our phone numbers or who didn't know where we lived, sought us out in the halls of the schools and universities where we teach, in the faculty rooms where we drink our communal tea, in the bathrooms where we seek our privacy. They approached us solemnly in a state of hollowed sorrow, forcing smiles of kindness through fallen tears, puffed red cheeks and gravitational dragged mascara, approached us in the very manner reserved for reaching out to someone who has lost a loved one, who was witnessed their whole family drown before their very eyes, who has wrestled with death and lost. Through hugs and handshakes, shoulder pats and cheek brushings Russians worried about how we were getting along, how we were coping, how and to what extent they could prevent the packing of bags, the migration back home, the foregoing of the final year remaining on our two year contracts.


After the attacks on America nowhere was safe from the outpouring of Russian goodwill. The fishbowl experience of a foreigner on foreign soil was reduced from the simplistic state of attention one lends to a looking glass to the hands on reality of a displaced unicorn in a petting zoo. Single parents cradling babies on hips and arm crooks, strangers peddling curb side knick knacks, the hunch backed elderly supporting distorted frames on self created wood canes, women loaded down with poorly packed grocery sacks sought approaches and made advances to express their sorrow, to comment on how WE, not WE as Americans but WE as humans, would seek out the guilty, to instill, between shifting of bundles, that the world is a safe place to live, that things will get better, that the past will be remembered and that time will move on.


Russian President Vladimir Putin for the third time in less than twenty four hours after the attacks appeared again on Russian television to express his sorrow for the American people and to formally ask all Russians living in Russia's sweeping nine territorial time zones to pause the following day at noon and observe a minute of silence for America. This message was repeated over and over again throughout all television, radio and newspaper media outlets in Russia. When I tried to think about the last time Americans were asked to observe a moment of silence for something other than America I found myself drawing a blank.


As an American raised culturally to keep to myself, to not stick my nose in other people's business, to mind personal manners and to not worry about what bridge my neighbor was jumping from, I have to say that all of the attention from Russians over the past week has left me feeling both uncomfortable and in part, embarrassed to be an American. Embarrassed because of all of the Cold War stereotypes I held against all Russian people without ever having met a Russian person prior to living in Russia. Embarrassed that many Americans still hold steadfast to these stereotypes despite the fact that real day to day Russian life, customs, political and cultural beliefs completely contradict everything Americans believe to be true about Russians. Embarrassed because if the situation was reversed, if I was sitting in America watching Russia being ripped apart, I honestly dont know whether or not I would pass beyond my self imposed cultural bubble and take time out of my private life to call and express my sorrow to people I barely knew, to people outside of my genetic blood line, to people I only briefly interacted with at work or passed with side glances on lamp lighted public streets.


The only negative response Russians are even mentioning concerning the attacks on America and the impending war dates back twenty years to Americas reaction towards Russias involvement with Afghanistan in the 1980s. While America politically black balled Russia by boycotting the Moscow Olympics Russia was learning first hand to suffer defeat on Afghanistan soil to rebel forces both led and funded by Osama bin Laden. The Russian distaste for Osama bin Laden, on a side note, continues today through the likes of Russia's current plague, the war in Chechnya, a war that has been raging on and off since 1995, a war that has claimed countless thousands of Russian soldiers' lives, a war that again features an Anti-Russian rebel force financially backed by none other than Osama bin Laden. As a teacher of American literature and a mere child of the 1970s I do not claim to be a historian and as such have very little factual argumentative weight to stand on in a defense of American actions dating back twenty years. Besides, even if I did it would not matter. Russians are not arguing or pointing fingers. Russians are not digging up the historical dirt of the past to throw in Americas face. Russians are simply pointing out that if America had provided support in the 1980s perhaps the world today, America today, life today and even Russia today would be different.


Though a resident of Russia, my home is America. I am an American who is proud to call himself an American. I love America. I believe in America. I trust America. I don't believe Nostradamus' prediction of a Third and final World War. I think both America and the World are too smart for such destructive nonsense. Living abroad has taught me many important lessons. Only by separating the self from the known, from family, from routine, from country, can one ever truly come to respect what is left behind. The same applies to love and death and happiness and time. One cannot fully appreciate those things which have never been lost. Only through loss can footing be found. Only through tragedy can strength and respect for what remains be appreciated. America is not destroyed. America is only bruised. Bruises heal while only the memory of the pain remains. The world is bruised. The world is not destroyed. The world will remember its pain and grow from its loses. Russia is not America but Russia experiences America's pain. Such is the case with the body and its members. When the members are bruised the body compensates. America is not the world. Russia is not the world. Together they are one. I'm proud to be an American. I'm proud to live in Russia.
Sunday, September 23rd, 2001
10:18 pm
[ask_bella]
I pose a question to anyone who wants to answer.

Is there love at first sight? When you look at someone for the first time; a simple look, and you see your soul in that persons eyes. is it possible to look at someone and say, " i just know we were meant to share out lives together?"

is it possible to see your life in an instance flash before your eyes; your past, future and present. The happiness, tears, passion, truth and love that you know; with out a shadow of a doubt, by just one look that you were meant to share all this with this one person standing before you?

And what happens... if you did feel all this with the first glance into their eyes, it doesnt work out, either a month, a year or even ten years later. Do you just keep living and looking? how could one just "move on" from something that moved them so?

i felt all of this, once. And i honestly belive that each person makes this amazing connection with their soulmate. I had never felt or saw so many things with just one look, ever. Their was a time in my life, before him... that i would call people foolish for talking of soulmates and love at first sight. But now, after him... i cant. b/c he opened my eyes to a whole new world.

as foolish as some may think... i did see my future in an instance. i saw everything. The first time we made eye contact time stood still... i felt at peace for the first time in my life. I saw myself in his eyes... a strange calm came over me. I just knew that he was the one. that i was born to love him and only him.

The time we shared together was amazing. I can honestly say i wouldnt trade it for anything in the world. everyone told us we were perfect together. we complimented eachother so well. i remember every minute we shared.

how he lifted his chin slightly when i made him laugh and he'd tell me i was cute, the look he'd get while he was painting a canvas, how we carved pumpkins of the I Love Lucy characters for Halloween, when we danced in the rain and when he would turn to my arms when he had a bad day.

i even remember the little things.... things so simple. the cologne he wore, the way he smiled, how he hugged... god i even remember the feeling of feeling so safe at night while he was next to me and how i knew he would always be there when i reached for him.

our relationship ended. not because we betrayed or hurt eachother. we parted for reasons uncontrollable and out of either of our hands.... life.

even though hes gone... i cant let go of what i felt the day our eyes met. i still have faith in it... because my soul and my heart told me that he was my true North. i still belive we will end up together one day... weather its two months, five years or twenty years from now; i know because i loved him forever in a life time before.

The hardest part is waiting... living each day thinking of him... wishing he was in my arms. exchanging e-mails instead of kisses.

But i have to have faith in him, in me... in us.
Thursday, September 13th, 2001
1:19 pm
[0archimedes]
Determinism
How can there be cause without effect?
Take a person in a moment of indecisiveness- say at the drive-thru window. Given the exact same universal history, going back to the beginning of time (assume, for the sake of argument, that such a thing exists), and precisely the same circumstances surrounding the decision, could that person elect to follow multiple different courses of action each time the situation was run by her? I would say no; we are physical entities, nothing more. Synapses, though poorly understood, are not ethereal, and are subject to the same laws of cause and effect that characterize all the universe. The actions of humans have no more separation from physical laws than does a rock rolling down a hill. We are simply more complex and much harder to predict. Our lives are distinguished by free choice, but never free will.
Of course, the vast majority of people probably don't agree with this. What are everybody else's thoughts on Free Will versus Determinism?
Thursday, August 30th, 2001
11:18 pm
[0archimedes]
Faith Envy
Recently I read a passage in Hemingway addressing whether religion is the opium of the masses. He asked, "Must the people be operated on with no anesthetic?"
To me this seemed the perfect way to describe the value of faith.
How I envy the pious. Religion is a tremendous comfort. Like the blanket that a small child will pull over its head when there are monsters in the room.
The knowledge of death is the greatest monster of all. It is unspeakably terrible. I would rather spend an eternity in hell than face what I know to be my ultimate fate.
Friday, August 10th, 2001
7:55 pm
[ask_bella]
i keep thinking about this quote... " grew up way to fast, now theres nothing to belive... re-runs all become our history."

i was one of those kids that had to grow up way to fast for her own good. the special thing about childhood is one sees things thru rose colored glasses... as a child i saw things thru the realitys of life. you lose your self some where along the line when that happens.

as an adult i long to stand next to someone... someone who can hide the hidious realitys of life and let me see things thru rose colored glasses... even just for a while. someone who wont tell anyone my name.
Thursday, May 3rd, 2001
8:36 am
[warmellie]
science vs religion
This community holds a profound interest to me because I have always stuggled with how to get in touch with my spiritual being..yet my scientific brain wouldn't shut up long enough for me to get anywhere. I actually verged on Atheism for a while, but I just couldn't stop fully believing God exists. There were to many patterns I saw..too many things that had to have some devine presence involved.

It didn't help that I live directly in the Bible belt and the very mention of Darwin sends everyone running away screaming in terror. Yet I could see evolution and understand it.
It wasn't until I had a grand revolation one day and realized not everything about God will be found in the Bible..and evolution is a tool God uses. After all, my spiritual self has evolved over time into what it is now...why not my body. I desire so much to put one of those Darwin fish stickers on my car because to me..it isn't an insult to God...it is praise for his works. Okay, maybe only I can see that..and that is precisely why I haven't done it..that and my husbands threats...


Anyway, enough of my ramblings.. I guess I just wanted to say hello. And I don't think the masses will ever be able to intergrate science and religion...but I plan to teach both to my child.
Both should be taught..so the person can decide for themselves and not end up listening to paranoid conclusions or false ideas of someone else's viewpoints. They can 'get it' for themselves....

This is just my thoughts I guess.

Current Mood: mellow
Sunday, April 29th, 2001
11:13 am
[gillan]
Superstring
Anyone here know anything about the Superstring theory? I've heard a good deal about it, but I'm not sure I understand it. If you could explain it or ,if it's too complex to explain, you could point me towards a book then I'd really appreciate it. :)

Peace,
Bret
Friday, April 27th, 2001
1:42 pm
[gillan]
What is God?
Can the concept exist in both a religious and a scientific context?

Some would argue no. However, I think it largely has to do with one's idea of God. In the Judeo-Christian sense, I myself find it hard to rationalize male God that contradicts himself, hates homosexuals, and makes up rules that seem to have no basis in true moral reasoning.

However, in my own practice the idea of God has helped me to grow closer to life and to other human beings. However, my idea of God is tied closely to Buddhist philosophies and, as such, would probably insult Christians and Buddhists alike.

Christianity holds that God is all-powerful. In order for God to be all-powerful, that means that God must be made up of all the energy and matter in the universe. Maybe more, but at least all the energy and matter in the universe. Otherwise, God is not all-powerful.

So when taking this view on God, how can God be capable of anger? How can God be capable of love? The Bible gives God human traits. She loves, hates, forgives, sets down rules, but truly God is supposed to be limitless. By giving Her human traits, we limit the limitless.

How can one be limitless when one is loving? Mustn't one be both loving and hating? Good and evil? Homosexual and heterosexual?

God cannot have thoughts and ideas, because God is all the ideas and thoughts in the universe.

God is you. God is me. God is a rock. God is a candy bar wrapper. God is a dog turd. God is a seagull. God is a building. God is everything.

God is you. God is me. We are both God, and because of this, we are all connected.

I believe this was an idea from Stranger in a Strange Land by Heinlein, so I probably stole it, but an excellent line from that is "Thou art God."

When you remember this, that everything is God and God is everything, you realize that everything has divinity. That when you love God, you must love everything you see, meet, and do.

And I think that's how you do God's work. That's how you lead a good life. By loving God.

Peace,
Bret
Monday, April 23rd, 2001
1:31 pm
[ellie]
Hi. I am the admin of this community. This is pretty much just a place for people to come together and discuss things have to do with philosophy, and science and religion. It all came out of the insane amount of fun I had in a class at UCCC.
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