Everywhere for Him. It's like being in a room full of Starburst jellybeans. You can choose to eat them or you can choose to ignore them. They're there ether way. Being surrounded by something isn't the same as making a connection with it.
Everywhere for Him. It's like being in a room full of Starburst jellybeans. You can choose to eat them or you can choose to ignore them. They're there ether way. Being surrounded by something isn't the same as making a connection with it.
Yes, I smell like a horse. No, I don't consider that a problem.
Good for you then.Originally Posted by skip
Enjoy those Starburst jellybeans.
Now...as to whether you can choose to eat them or choose to ignore them...that is a question of free will which is still up in the air for those who have not chosen, or who have been destined, not to believe in it.
Except the atoms of jellybeans will, should you accidentally sit upon one, will assert a distinct electromagnetic force on your arse, which in turn will trigger a series of physiological reactions. As far as I've seen presences predicated on the basis of wishful thinking faith have no such effect originating from anywhere outside the neurons of your own cranium and are thus can only be concluded to be a socially acceptable species of mental derangement. Although JohnClay is doing a great job on devaluing the socially acceptable bit, I'll credit him there.
Die Logik ist keine Lehre, sondern ein Spiegelbild der Welt. Die Logik ist transcendental. - Wittgenstein
When I was 17, I realized that it was absurd to believe in something that never did anything to so much as hint at its presence to me. I think there were some periods there where I would pray and ask for some sort of communication, although I can't quite remember. I may have been past the point of prayer by then.
Now THAT is funny.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
I wish we were talking about Skittles instead of jellybeans.
Then I could say something witty, like "Experience the rainbow!" Alas.
Taste the rainbow?
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
If I hadn't botched the line, it would have been a nice segue to the cannibalism thread.
You can still do it!
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
eat me!
(how was that?)
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