There is no God.
 

He has left the building...

if god is everywhere doed that mean its like a type of gas?

The last time I checked, light was still light and gravity still was in effect.

yeah, the world is going to hell....you think everything has always been peachy? you think the ancient romans and egyptians didnt have murderers or orgies....? ....you think an ape ejaculated into a puddle and that created your circular system, or your vascular system, or your exoskeleton, or your elbow?

I miss god.

Rockbitch and drunk sex orgies are two of the better arguments I have seen in favor of god's existence.

(The screen comes up on a wide starfield. Slowly the camera pans over the top of the Eldridge, a giant interplanetary migrant vessel. The camera passes over an opening in the roof of the ship, through which a cargo bay is visible; a warning light begins to flash, and the cargo bay seals itself automatically. We follow the camera up through the window of the ship's bridge, where the lights go down as alarms begin to sound, and the monitors display a long line of red lights.)

CAPTAIN: What happen?

COMPUTER: This is an emergency, Level 3 alert.

CREWMEMBER 1: (tapping rapidly on a computer display, which shows a genetic sequence restructuring) Somebody set up us the bomb.

CAPTAIN: Take off every "Zig." You know what you doing.

CREWMEMBER 2: Roger! (She opens a control panel and flips a lever. Somewhere in the depths of the ship, a huge section of wall falls away; seconds later, the gap in the wiring is bridged by blue shocks of energy.)

CREWMEMBER 1: (scrolling through a computer display showing a vortex-like thing and space displacement and so on) We get signal!

CAPTAIN: (stands up, in shock) What!

(As the captain stares on and other crew members begin to get to their feet, the words "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US" begin scrolling across the screen over and over, followed shortly after by "YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME. HA HA HA!!")

CAPTAIN: (staring at screen in horror) What you say!!

CREWMEMBER 2: Captain!

CAPTAIN: (slowly, with great deliberation) ...Move "Zig." For great justice!

(Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the computer panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet, where it explodes in a fiery inferno of destruction...)

Fade to black...

(The camera pans across the wreckage of the fallen craft... slowly, it zooms in on the muddy water beside a chunk of burning wreckage, where a human-like figure sits huddled on the ground. Slowly, the figure gets to its feet; it is completely nude, with long grey hair, a beard and mustache, and a conspicuous lack of a nose.)

MAN: Xeno... gears... is gear... tat are Xeno...

(The camera zooms in on his eye, where we see leftover pieces of the ship falling to earth in the breaking dawn.)

MAN: (standing on the beach with his hair blowing in the wind) Ability is a skill you learn with Job training! You spoony bard! This guy are sick! Off course!

(Slowly, the scene fades into white.)

VOICE-OVER: Born from the fallen wreckage, "he" slowly arose, his eyes reflecting the start of the day "bad translations" fell to earth

that was an excellent exhibit. every single one of those physical traits are explainable WITHOUT the need to create some sort of all seeing all knowing all powerful god.

humans created the gods because of both our self-awareness, and awareness of our impending death, and the need that that brings about to believe in something greater than ourselves.

BTW, if there is a creator god and that creator god created life on earth then eh staretd with single cells and let the run their course, to where we are tofday, highly complex multi-cellular organisms covering every single inch of the planet.

evolution is a very real proceess witnessed firsthand and secondhand. what makes you think your god did not make it happen as it happened/ what makes you think that having a god automatically precludes any ability for life to evolve?

look at what monotheism does to the human mind

alaysa, you need to read nietzsche & quit the despairing bullshit. for real, i "get" your "discovery", but the reaction is quite, quite lame.

There is no God.
Naw, there's just a lack of
intelligent life
here on this forum.

There is something that attracts me to Rockbitch, and whatever it is, it makes me feel dirty.

If God didn't exist, neither would Peter Sellers or Stanley Kubrick.

wow

Huh?

Too Much Time On My Hands
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I'm buying
Is it any wonder I'm not the president
(He's not the president)
Is it any wonder I'm null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got
Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away at my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands


ha ha



ha ha ha

I kill you now.

cmooooon.... a little irony...

A little?
You're spreadin' the Styx like peanut butter!

hee hee

sorry, im just responding to intellivisions demands that we apply our attention to infinitely unreadable postings

i suspect the lyrics might be quite appropriate

do you actually know the song??

I am 36 years old and grew up in America, so unfortunately yes.

oh man! so sorry. originally i was googling for pictures.

anyway here is something to cheer you up. i know you'll love it :P

You two so want to bum each other.

only in your queer fantasies, sister

Whatever honey. WHAT-EVV-ERR.

someone give atari's medication to alyasa!!!! quick!! we need him back.

non deus, non deus, non deus *clap**clap*
non deus, non deus, non deus *clap**clap*

drunk sex orgy for the win

That may be so; but unfortunately, I've already read Nietzsche. Maybe I should read Sartre

oh, i was getting ready to go & came back to give a quick answer.

see, if there is no god, it means we're free, and isn't that a reason to be happy?

besides, people having orgies or conducting war has NOTHING to do with god or the lack thereof. some religions promote orgies others promote wars. goats, horns, that is all bullshit paraphernalia, superstition, etc. -- in fact, a belief in "the devil" implies a belief in "god". they are best buddies.

anyway, i'm not too fond of sartre-- i read "nausea" & found it quite depressing.

oh, my point about nietzsche-- he's a joyful bastard-- definitely a mood enhancer.

my favorite philosopher is kurt vonnegut.

Nietzsche rules OK!

if we evolved from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?

why has there been no viable recorded histroy of half-evolved creatures? (and dont say 'look at the French')

I believe my God didn't do a half-assed job...

85% of human beings are half-evolved creatures.