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GOD IS DEAD :2 cents:

Jesus and his infinite wisdom has asked me to kick you all in the jimmy.

Wow... a theological philosophy discussion on GFY... Kierkegaard (sp?) would be proud ;)

out of, according to the opinions of my friends, the best track i made - "im a hater":

cuz im like the devil, a universal hater
'fuck you lord' is how i say a fucking prayer

The man who can get blowjobs from young girls whenever he wants and still love a wife has a secret from God that is not known to mere mortals.

God ?

What's that ?

Oh yeah i recall, something people fight/kill over ages and still do

I am a person who has crossed over the the next world and can give some input.

To describe in words what God is...
This is the best I can do

Imagine a great energy like The Sun
But instead of giving off heat

It gives off a feeling of good feelings and love

My best description of what God is
God is energy

The most high, the most powerful thing, the supreme being

I am a biology student...
and for anybody who doubts the belief in the most high
I DARE YOU

To look at a human anatomy book, and look at the complexity that is the human body, it's various systems, it's series of checks and balances and try your best to hold on to you disbelief.

who knows? i'd rather wait til I die to be surprised. more exciting that way

quit the prozac pal

I've often pondered that... the universe is said to be infinite but everything that exists, exists... Although there has to be a total number of physical "thing"s that exist at any given moment it's illogical that you couldn't move an inch past the last one... :upsidedow

We are learning new things about our planets and solar system all the time. We just found new planets outside our solar system with atmosphere like Earth. I think life lives there and we need to speak with them. Sometimes in my dreams I speak with them through telepathy and I have made many friends.

uMPH TO THE HOMIES

If god exists you really fucked Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie.

bradpitt = sobe
and this is the first thread he has EVER started without spamming his junk in some form or another (so far!). Good job, captain! :thumbsup
Let's see how long you can last!

Of course God exists, Bush talks to him all the time. If there's one thing he know about Bush, it's that he wouldn't lie.

...and always will. Because we're much more stupid than we'd like to believe.

one thing "we" know.

Fridays.

BradPitt wishes he was SoBe. I think only SoBe gets more out of this world pussy than Brad Pitt. Or the otherway around.

om bhur bhuva svah, tat savitur varenyam, bharga devasya dhimahi, dhiyo yo nah prachodayat

or: "42"

The real Brad Pitt doesn't have to pay for his pussy.
You do. :upsidedow

Nudecanada, I don't know why you think you know so much about me BradPitt but I can pay for pussy if I want becuase I have the money to do so. I can get it for free becuase I have the game to do so.

God is in the beauty we see around us. Just try to do something creative and you will understand.

So who created God?

who created god? The same guy who invented the cumshot.

man.....

:upsidedow

isn't that really sorta in the "definition" - it's like asking what's past infinity.

not the kinda thing a human brain can handle - or maybe not without some work at it.

hahahahahaha :1orglaugh

Your question should not be asked with an open mouth. Rather, it should be asked with an "open heart." And, only through an "open heart," will you receive a true answer to your question.

Once you move your inch past the last thing, you become the "last thing." Explain passing yourself please. Your comment is 'illogical.'

wow, now this is tripping me out.

This thread reminds me of that one sorry excuse ?boobmaster.?

You might recall that ?boobmaster? was the most annoying, dim-witted person always spouting simple-minded nonsense and was eventually banned.

This stuff is so tired.

It's not possible to pass the end of space, since space and time are supposed to be the same matter. If there is a beginning of time, there is a beginning of space.

Space and time moves forward, you can't pass the end of time (the end of time is the moment 'right now'), or the beginning of time for that matter (it's logic, are you with me?).

It's hard to explain but I read it somewhere and you should see time as an ever expanding ball, with the center of it being the beginning and the shell being the end. The end keeps moving forward from the beginning/center as the ball (time) expands. And space is supposed to be the content of the ball.

I think that's how you should view it, or I must have misunderstood, but it makes sense to me.

But I think with 'you' he didn't mean the subject itself. But if he was at the end of space, you wouldn't be able to pass him.

Edit: No actually you would, if he would stand still in time ;) The universe would expand a moment later and you would be able to pass him.

By the way, this theory makes sense because it's been proven that galaxies move away from each other as time goes by. So the universe/space must be expanding. It's a fact, plus there's another theory that says the universe was created from one 'thing' that grew, eventually split or blew into pieces that move away from it's center. The last piece is the end of space / the universe and can't be passed.

Yes, for me

:smoin

everyone who believes in god and makes fun of ppl believing in aliens better check yourself. Youre more retarded then an alien believer if you look at the facts.

I think you really have to flex your brain into new positions to get a grasp on any of these types of subjects. I'm thinking along the lines that "begging" and "end" are concepts that we are really fimiliar with in everyday life, but probably don't have any real meaning at all in the context of giant concepts like God, Space, and Time.

God is in the sky.

repressed feelings?

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

He must be real, because he keeps shitting on my head.

God is an imaginary friend for grownups.

sobe's still not banned?

THanks for preaching Brad. :Oh crap

It?s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we?ve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You?re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

God exists, we each just have a different conception of God.

Your all gonna got to hell Mother Fuckers .. :1orglaugh

Whether there is some sort of supreme being or not is, for our daily lives, totally irrelevant.

There are people on this planet who have no concept of a god or gods, yet the sky is still blue, the water is still wet, the ground is still made of earth. They live, they grow, they learn, they love and they die totally without knowing about a god, or even considering the concept.

I'm willing to accept the possibility that perhaps our universe was brought into existance by a higher form of life... but I also know that even if so, it has no effect whatsoever on my daily life except for whatever weight that I personally want to give it. I could choose to balm my woes of this world, claiming that 'the devil' is at the root of it all, pointing a finger and blaming everyone except myself for whatever ills I suffer. I could fall to my knees, grovelling and scraping and praising a most potent and awesome 'the God' for all things good that come my way... but in the end I think I'd be doing myself a disservice. In submitting myself to unquestioningly to dogma, to allow myself to be woven into this tapestry of prevarication, I'd be denying myself far more important: the quest for REAL truth.

None are more hopelessly imprisioned than those who falsely believe they are free. I'd rather accept that there are things we don't know and seek those answers, than fill up those gaps with a convenient fabrication because it feels more comfortable. :2 cents:

:food-smil

Hey bradpitt have you been butt-fucked lately?

definetley!