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| ooooook after 12 months I can finally plait my hair in two tails!
no more haircuts... never... ever... you babies are staying with me till you touch the floor Thoughts on Christianity  Philosophical arguments fail to establish the existence of God. This must be so or else our faith could be based on pure reason. Faith (which comes from God - Heb 12:2) is so simple that children can have it (Matt 18:3); while strong philosophical reason is reserved only for the deep thinkers and is not common in the sick, poor, retarded, or elderly. But these are exactly the people Jesus came for (Matt 9:12).
So does that mean faith is unreasonable and irrational? Faith is an experience and as such is outside the realm of logic. For example, if I have a headache, you cannot verify that I indeed have a headache by logic. I could be lying to you. Yet I experience the headache and cannot share that experience with you except to say that I have one. Likewise with faith, I can only liken it to a sort of trust where I might agree to go to a doctor who will cut my head open and remove a tumor. I trust him to heal me. Our problem is not physical but spiritual.
Atheism cannot be proven true because it requires the atheist to have an infinite amount of knowledge to say that no being exists with infinite knowledge. This very statement is a contradiction! However, we can show that atheism is false by using only one small proof of God's existence. Christians have experienced God and this is our proof. Consider these two logical arguments:
* If God exists, He has infinite knowledge.
* If I have infinite knowledge, I can prove that no God exists.
* THUS: If I have infinite knowledge, no being has infinite knowledge. <-- Contradiction!
OR
* If God exists, He has infinite knowledge.
* For me to prove God doesn't exist, I must have infinite knowledge (or I can't prove it)
* THUS: I am God (or I am wrong). <-- Contradiction!
The contradiction becomes even stronger if we start with the premise:
* If God exists, He doesn't have infinite knowledge, but only a lot of knowledge.
* If I have infinite knowledge (I still need an infinite amount!), I can prove that no God exists.
* THUS: If I have infinite knowledge, no being has more than just a lot of knowledge. <-- Contradiction!
Thus atheism cannot be proven true. The atheist commits the "fallacy of unknowable fact" to assert that God doesn't exist and then implies that he himself does not exist. The very nature of the term atheism is meaningless. Thus atheism does not exist.
Evolution and Scientism cannot both be true because evolution asserts that man is the product of random chance, devoid of meaning and lacking in intelligent design; yet Scientism asserts that everything is deterministic and if we know enough about a system (e.g. a human), we can predict exactly their behavior. Yet many who put their faith in science also put their faith in evolution.
Can we blame atheism? Was Hitler wrong to kill innocent people? His passion for obliterating jews was founded on the principles of atheism poured out by Nietzsche. What about AIDS? It's the product of a society liberated by ignorance toward God. This freedom is a slavery. Nietzsche, who spent the last 20% of his life insane, gave birth to the "God is dead" movement, but now Nietzsche himself is dead, while God lives on. In dethroning God, atheism has set up new gods: the quest for power (e.g. Hitler) and the quest for pleasure (e.g. Hugh Heffner). These gods reign now in a purposeless, wandering society that is crumbling by its own strength.
The existence of infinity is all around us. We know about earth and its place in the solar system of 9 planets (well, 8 now with Pluto gone). We are part of a larger belt of such systems all over the universe. How big is the universe?? If you found the end of the universe, what would it look like? If it's finite, then what's outside of it? Why are we trapped in it? If it's infinite, where did it come from and who put all these planets here? We cannot grasp the concept of the outer limits of space (refer to the t-shirt above). Let's look at the atom. It consists of protons, neutrons and electrons. Protons and neutrons consist of quarks, which in turn consist of leptons. Where does it end? The smaller and smaller we are able to see, the more we find that our "elements" are made up of smaller pieces. What do we expect to see finally? A smaller particle? We could cut that open and find something yet smaller. This process also seems to go on infinitely.
The existence of eternity must be wrestled with. How old is space? How long will it last? If it has an end, we certainly have no idea what will become of all the matter that is in it. If space collapses, what would be left? Certainly, we see that something lasts forever, but it isn't clear what. Now look at ourselves. You have a mind that thinks. You control your body. If you touch a hot stove, you feel pain; if someone else touches a hot stove, you can't feel their pain. You are an isolated system. Furthermore, you can't take your own consciousness and put it in someone elses body - you're stuck in your own body. What happens when you die? Your consciousness (soul) is separated from the body. Does the soul live eternally? This is a question that science can't answer. | | |
| i never knew walking around in an art gallery for 4 hours could affect you so much.
i had a breakdown in the middle of the picasso gallery today.
took one look at Weeping Woman and started wailing.
actually i had a breakdown of a different kind...
it seemed that everyone knew what picasso was saying through his work, nodding at eachother with the 'you thinking what i'm thinking?' look in their eyes, every now and then bursting with a 'mmhmm!' that my maths methods class has made so familiar to my ears. then they would take their hands and make 'L' shapes with them and positioned them all over their faces... i don't think you can understand how hard i tried to feel 'in' with it... i mean i was fascinated at the deformed faces and his self portraits as a minotaur but i got very tired of smiling intelligently and nodding back to the art students and elderly who never seemed to stop muttering 'how intriguing! *gasp*'
but despite this... i went home home and took out my mother's pastels from 20 years ago and started sketching (hoping that the 4 hours somehow stimulated my art genes) but the outcome wasn't that great haha.
oh well
happy holidays all
pabs
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| It's hard trying to eliminate one of that 42 things I have to do before Monday whilst it seems that every five minutes I hear that soulful, pure voice that is Paris Hilton advertisement on television.
Now I'm assuming that you, dear reader, are thinking one of these thoughts:
1) You poor thing!
2) I.... like.... Paris.... please don't kill me
3) Why 42 things? What is the meaning of life? Chimney?
4) Darth Vadar likes ice cream with banana leaves
Now multiply whatever number your thought was by 1428.
Subtract 4011.
Divide by 92.
Round up to the nearest number.
And tell me you love me that many times.
Or else I'll turn emo
and this may be the last post I post ever again
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| I enjoy RE.
Today we talked about Heaven and Hell.
I don't live to get to Heaven.
I use to when I was little because I thought there'd be never-ending gobbsmackers lined up along streets made of infinite Crunchie bars with giant candy floss for trees on which I could pounce on whatever pleased my sweet tooth which of course never, ever, needed brushing or checkups with the funny smelling dentist.
Back to the point, Heaven for me is merely just a place I 'look forward' to going to, in a really casual way. I don't give to charity to get to Heaven, I don't go to church because I want to get to Heaven- in fact, it's just a place that sounds good.
The basic Christian law is that you must Love, Forgive, be Graceful towards others. And that's simply how I live for the rest of my life. Helping people. Being a good person.
In fact I think I'll give you something to think about.
And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge;
if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.
I really don't think you can get much more universal than that. And guess where it's from? Uh huh, the Bible. It's not telling you to believe that Jesus was real, or that you're going to Hell unless you repent for your sins, it's a simple, universal fact that EVERYONE knows is true. So to Heaven and Hell? I could say it's a nice, comfortable thought to lean on if you refuse to believe you will only become 'worms meat' when you die whilst the world carries on. Or, you may choose to live life to the max in the thought that it will bring you happiness in the only life we'll probably get. Maybe you want to find your inner self before you're gone from this world. Maybe you think you'll be reincarnated. But will you be born again into the same body you are in now? I think it's unlikely. How about we just all make the most of what we have now. I know that I'll be the only Paby C to walk this earth. You will be the only [You first name] [Your last name] to walk this earth. Leave Heaven and Hell and reincarnation and everything else out. I'll leave you with this nice quote from Ghandi, it's one of my favourites: The best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in the service of others.
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| I would like to take this opportunity to express my [temporary] irrepressible hatred for my teenage puppy. Oh no, she's running into the door again. brb
2 min later.
She nearly killed herself today. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but if it worked it would've done a hell of a lot of good to her and me. But before you ring up SPCA and demand to have me locked away and give her a better home, let me explain.
My room is, in her eyes, the equivalent to a treasure chest. And she is the pirate. She knows that the doorknob only has to be hit with her paw to enter my world. You know she's trying to get in the door when she starts running at it (you hear a sudden scramble of paws against wood), followed by a quite ferocious bang against the door that shakes my desk. I don't know what part of her head is the banger but I'm guessing it's her head knowing how dumb she is. However, 8/10 times, she opens it in one go. Anyway Mum got worried about her turning into a wild animal so I decided to keep the door open, temporarily. This is a typical scenario:
She's in the room.
I turn my back to the door.
Ten seconds later, I hear a happy set of paws trotting out.
I turn around.
'LAYLA GIVE ME MY BRA BACK!!!!!!'
and then I go for a hunt and she's hiding in the bathtub and it's a mad tug-o-war with my bra getting torn in the process from her manteeth.
Speaking of the bathroom... nevermind.
So yes that scenario I described above happened less than an hour ago. I was watching Paby's Day [haha Mich you know what that is] and she comes out biting something like her life depended on it. It was an ink cartridge that I replaced from my printer the other night.
I should've let her pierce it.
I should've let her tongue absorb the remaining magenta ink.
I shouldve let her die a slow, painful, choking death, watching me eat her dinner. Yum. I mean-
I guess I love her on the inside.
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