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Atheist What Do You Say To A Dying Loved One?besides I Love You?
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I have discovered. Look at the beginning of the universe. It's no longer any good to simply say, "We don't know."
The evolutionists have lost the argument and God exists. Our morality is not as high as His, and so we fall into the trap of actually thinking that IF HE EXISTS, His morality does not match ours. Thank you for your reply.
I have discovered. Look at the beginning of the universe. It's no longer any good to simply say, "We don't know."
The evolutionists have lost the argument and God exists. Our morality is not as high as His, and so we fall into the trap of actually thinking that IF HE EXISTS, His morality does not match ours. Thank you for your reply.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Khandro, I no longer speak of 'Pascal's Wager', but use my own variant which is 'The Sweater Anomaly'.
Going to an outdoor event, one might have to decide whether or not to wear a jumper. If you go with one and it's rather too warm, you can take it off, but - if you go without one and it's rather too cool - you're in trouble!
Going to an outdoor event, one might have to decide whether or not to wear a jumper. If you go with one and it's rather too warm, you can take it off, but - if you go without one and it's rather too cool - you're in trouble!
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