PlastikBuddha
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Life came from non-living material billions of years ago. Was God's direct intervention necessary at that point to get things started or were the mechanisms of this universe enough to ensure it would happen? I don't know.
I'm working on that...have you ever woken in the night with the impression that you've heard a noise? You stumble about in the darkness for a light and for a moment your heart is racing a bit and some primitive part of you is readying itself for a confrontation. But then you find the light switch or the lamp and the world is exactly as it should be, ordered and safe in the moment...well, imagine if when you turned that switch you were not met by the comforting ordinary, but by what you would have sworn was impossible.Tell us about it.
I'm working on that...have you ever woken in the night with the impression that you've heard a noise? You stumble about in the darkness for a light and for a moment your heart is racing a bit and some primitive part of you is readying itself for a confrontation. But then you find the light switch or the lamp and the world is exactly as it should be, ordered and safe in the moment...well, imagine if when you turned that switch you were not met by the comforting ordinary, but by what you would have sworn was impossible.
That's not a sequence of events but a close approximation of the feeling of a rather profound moment of confrontation. I was and understood myself to be, considered. I mean to use that word in an absolute sense. I felt both utterly exposed in that observation and, oddly enough, liberated by it. I was at once aware (and horrifically so) of the disparity between the nature of the Observer and my own and equally aware of Its response to me, not in revulsion, but in love. It was in this...intimate understanding/sense of what observed me that I found in myself the just condemnation that I think we all come to when we are in the company of significantly better men and women, though this is a pale thing to compare my experience to...part of the difficulty of relating it. Every illustration fails it.
I was as certain of who regarded me as I had ever been of anything in my life. And in that certainty the perspective of my being altered. I could see the why of my quiet failures to resolve apparent truth with an inherent grasp, could in the face of that unhidden moment understand from what part and point my life would begin in earnest. I knew two things with a dreadful certainty: I was loved and I was unworthy. The love was God's, the judgment my own realization and clarity of insight and the way to Him from that stood between us like an easy gate.
Years after, when reading a bit by Lewis I found an echo of this in his certainty regarding an experience following the death of his wife. But this was more than that...At any rate, that's a bare sense of a larger thing I will at some point attempt to relate in full.
Does this mean Persy's the Mr. Queen of TOL?Huh? When did Bybee usurp ktoyou's role as Lady Queen of TOL?
Godidit.
I quite swearing things were impossible one day in 7th grade science class. So yeah.I'm working on that...have you ever woken in the night with the impression that you've heard a noise? You stumble about in the darkness for a light and for a moment your heart is racing a bit and some primitive part of you is readying itself for a confrontation. But then you find the light switch or the lamp and the world is exactly as it should be, ordered and safe in the moment...well, imagine if when you turned that switch you were not met by the comforting ordinary, but by what you would have sworn was impossible.
Keep trying, sounds like an epiphany.That's not a sequence of events but a close approximation of the feeling of a rather profound moment of confrontation. I was and understood myself to be, considered. I mean to use that word in an absolute sense. I felt both utterly exposed in that observation and, oddly enough, liberated by it. I was at once aware (and horrifically so) of the disparity between the nature of the Observer and my own and equally aware of Its response to me, not in revulsion, but in love. It was in this...intimate understanding/sense of what observed me that I found in myself the just condemnation that I think we all come to when we are in the company of significantly better men and women, though this is a pale thing to compare my experience to...part of the difficulty of relating it. Every illustration fails it.
How where you certain who regarded you? You descride a sudden connection to a spirituality, how did you know it was Yaweh of the Christian Bible?I was as certain of who regarded me as I had ever been of anything in my life. And in that certainty the perspective of my being altered. I could see the why of my quiet failures to resolve apparent truth with an inherent grasp, could in the face of that unhidden moment understand from what part and point my life would begin in earnest. I knew two things with a dreadful certainty: I was loved and I was unworthy. The love was God's, the judgment my own realization and clarity of insight and the way to Him from that stood between us like an easy gate.
Years after, when reading a bit by Lewis I found an echo of this in his certainty regarding an experience following the death of his wife. But this was more than that...At any rate, that's a bare sense of a larger thing I will at some point attempt to relate in full.
I would fall on the side of a Creator. How exactly He went about doing it, whether it was a long (old-earth) or fast (young earth) process, I simply don't know.
Flying Spaghetti Monster did it.
Just look in any pond or lake. It's easy to imagine bacteria and simple forms of life evolving. I think at this stage in the game it's pretty obvious that there is no need for any type of divine creator.
Which God is that?I believe God is sovereign regardless of how He chose to form life.
The same one you believe in . . . are we going to play "tear down each others faith" again? Oh goodie . . . . lain:Which God is that?
Does this mean Persy's the Mr. Queen of TOL?
Life came from non-living material billions of years ago. Was God's direct intervention necessary at that point to get things started or were the mechanisms of this universe enough to ensure it would happen? I don't know.
You are one big gigantic idiot.
The first time I crested a dune and saw the ocean it changed the way I understood and fathomed space and my physical sense of the world. I can't tell you the why of it, but something in the experience broadened my understanding on a foundational level. This is part of the difficulty in attempting to translate a transcendent moment into the artifice, helpful as it often is, of language.How where you certain who regarded you? You descride a sudden connection to a spirituality, how did you know it was Yaweh of the Christian Bible?
I rather like approaching it in fits and starts this way. Each time I do I think I capture something different but true to the experience. It will never be a traditional narrative. I don't think it can be. What happened to me in the moment and over the course of my long, dark night isn't the stuff of simple chronological telling and neatly tied epiphany. I don't see how it could be.A mediocre story that gets told beats a great story that never gets told.
I'm 5'6"
and studied at one of the top universities in the world
Miniscule compared to yours.It is your idiocy that is gigantic.
Did they teach you that in english, the adjective goes before the noun it describes?