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We came to this earth with an umbilical cord, the doctors cut that off also. You have to remember we are only here because our parents are either kinky or just randy.
Green Man wrote: We came to this earth with an umbilical cord, the doctors cut that off also. You have to remember we are only here because our parents are either kinky or just randy.
Which was it in your case?
The real terror of living is trying hard every day not to remember the dreadful truth that we pretend isn’t the case, that all our lives are ultimately meaningless. Our whole universe probably is too. It’s why we believe in fairy tales like a religion.
The real terror of living is trying hard every day not to remember the dreadful truth that we pretend isn’t the case, that all our lives are ultimately meaningless. Our whole universe probably is too. It’s why we believe in fairy tales like a religion.
I used to think like this Chris but have changed my mind, and note you still use the caveat probably meaningless!
The truth is we can't possibly know if there is a creative force (of whatever kind) or not. No one knows. They may believe (or have faith) in a God or replace that notion with Scientific Materialism. But they don't know. Neither the Pope or Richard Dawkins.
We live with mystery and then must decide for ourselves how we respond to it. Not responding is also a choice - a response.
At this time of year at least I try and make myself believe that the nativity might just be true; it is so enchanting a story.
Green Man wrote: We came to this earth with an umbilical cord, the doctors cut that off also. You have to remember we are only here because our parents are either kinky or just randy.
I'm rather pleased they did cut it off. I'd look a bit daft with some kind of tail hanging off my stomach, it wouldn't be the greatest look on anyone of us would it.
When you conceptualise (good word, don't think I've used that before or said it aloud) that if your mother had a headache the night you were conceived that you would never have existed then it seems quite the lottery of lotteries, or that your father had just dumped you onto a bit of tissue paper instead.
Just take a look at this and try and get your head around this for improbability of your own existence.