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  • Hey Angel,how's it going ?
    Well this is something different. I had to navigate all over to find my way in this site. It's been months since I've been here. I hope all is well and you and family are staying safe.

    Stay safe with God's blessings

    "I am not a Zef. I am a human being."

    —John Hurt, ultrasound recording at 14 weeks, July 1939

    To Wan

    A once-maligned woman was Wan,
    twice-practiced at putting jerks on;
    Took the in-crowd to school:
    bully, blowhard and fool—
    kicks ass hither, thither and yon.

    naW oT

    Moppet Eschatology

    Preparing to address the UN General Assembly on Last Things


    Your perseverating posts on religious hypocrisy remind those of us of literary bent of the climactic moment in Comrade's classic sea story in which the somniloquent utterances of the titular character disclose the nature of the beast to an astonished crew. Did you have that character and scene in mind while posting, I wonder? Have you read the story? The resonance is uncanny!

    Aesop's Last Fable

    The Dove & The Skank

    A Dove sat high in a baobab tree, her pure white plumage shining in the sun, the glory of the world.

    At the base of the tree a wild savannah Skank, twerking in the twilight of the world,
    mocked and jeered at everything pure and clean on God's green earth.

    A passing caravan of Lemmings, in search of a Cliff but drawn to the tree by the Skank's noisy shenanigans,
    mocked and jeered at the beautiful Dove on high,
    and yet before nightfall they would all be swimming to Lemuria once again, every last one of them.

    Sure there's no accounting for taste, but herd taste is of no account whatsoever.

    The experience of the person I am in the world—my consciousness, my life, and the physical world in which my conscious life appears to be set—these phenomena comprise a Stupendous Given. There's no getting around them and no getting outside them and no accounting for them from within the phenomena themselves. These phenomena point to something beyond themselves. The attempt to account for these phenomena from within the phenomena themselves has given rise to science, art and religion and the whole cultural adventure we call "civilization"—the long human struggle for purchase on the Stupendous Given. In the end, however, the only account that accords with reason is the account that infers to a Stupendous Giver. In sum, from the existence of consciousness, the existence of life, and the existence of the physical universe, the inference to the best explanation is God.

    Do you recognize this man?

    This is what atheism looked like not so long ago.


    And get a load of the New Atheism:

    "Quick, send in the clowns...
    Don't bother, they're here."
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