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I believe in God. I have my own set of reasons, and I feel like I "know" whether or not He exists.

I think my statement had more to do with the futility of arguing about the ability to prove the existence of God. It has not been proven, one way or the other. Knowing and being able to prove are completely different things.

In the few thousand years that we have been acquiring knowledge, we have discovered some pretty incredible things. But what we know is just a drop in the bucket. We understand the basic principles of science, but there is so much that is merely theory at this point. We have a very narrow perspective, and so trying to prove God within the parameters that we have is impossible. It makes me think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, when they are trying to decide whether or not the woman is a witch. Eventually they decide that if she weighs the same as a duck, she's a witch. The logic is comical, but illustrates how mankind's ability to reason has increased as their knowledge has increased. We're still comparing woman and ducks, figuratively speaking. One day maybe we'll get there.

This is why faith is such an important aspect of the God question.

I have a fairly accurate hunch generator. I can't explain how I know my kids are fooling me about something, but every time I check it out I find out they are.

It is just a little disconcerting, that sometimes I "just know" a lot of things. . . .. .with no data or evidence or even a coherent hypothesis. I wake up on a summer morning, and for no reason I know it's gonna rain 'bout sundown. Lots of thing go unnoticed consciously but are still processed in our brains. . . like humidity and heat. . . . . makes me think "rain" without actually consciously processing the data. . . .

I would lay out the religious hypothesis in the same way. I think if people want to "lean in" to it, there are a lot of things besides what's just obvious in the physical context. People who believe in God don't seem to "need" science to do it.
 
As I am typing, my iTunes is playing (at random) Touch Me, by The Doors.

A quick sampling of the lyrics: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now touch me babe...

An interesting coincidence, considering the thread.

That's obviously a lonely cat looking for a kitty. Don't gross me out, bro.
 
by the way, we passed 3300.
Only 9,300 to go to catch up to the 2013 draft thread. With his "assists" in building that thread, PKM may have put it out of reach, just like Stockton did with the NBA assist record. Maybe the adjusted goal should be to make this the "2nd Longest Thread Ever."
 
Only 9,300 to go to catch up to the 2013 draft thread. With his "assists" in building that thread, PKM may have put it out of reach, just like Stockton did with the NBA assist record. Maybe the adjusted goal should be to make this the "2nd Longest Thread Ever."

We'll see.

Crunch time will be when the 2014 draft season starts picking up steam. . . . . who knows, maybe he'll rename his thread???

two or three things could happen. . . . we could get some more irrepressibly bored people in here. . . . I could get a computer for my ranch. .. . ha ha. . . . or. . . . well, let's keep the list short.

One Brow and Ain'tnuthin could show up and begin discussing relativity. . . . .

Well, I'm not housebound anymore. Gotta go dig some ditches.
 
Wildcats roared again: 7-2 victory in 100+ degree heat.
I think the team was equal parts happy about the win and equal parts happy about getting out of the heat. I must be omniscient: we bought a pop-up shade tent and a couple of those hand-held misting fans. Having to sit through a child's game (or coach one) in extreme heat is one of the dark sides of youth sports.

And no one came close to hitting a ref in any of the games today!
 
Oh yeah, did I mention the soccer game was on top of my daughter's outdoor volleyball game in the morning, which included getting there an hour early for pictures (already hot at 9:00-10:00 am), then duty as a "field monitor" before our soccer game? I was so nice...I (last week) told the mom who was going to be the field monitor that I'd cover it since she helps out with the registration nights. What is that phrase..."no good deed goes unpunished?" I'm completely baked...so wish I had a pool.
 
Yo babe! Are you out standing in your field or something?

I just stopped by to say that HOPE is a wonderful thing, but it doesn't originate with Obama. His kind of hope is just delayed disappointment.
 
Roses are red
violets are blue
I just wanted to ryme
something with poo

You truly succeeded
I'm glad that you did
It's like it was written
By a twelve year old kid

I followed my plan
Your feedback's a slap
I'm trying to not take it
as you giving me crap

Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss
 
Roses are red
violets are blue
I just wanted to ryme
something with poo

You truly succeeded
I'm glad that you did
It's like it was written
By a twelve year old kid

I followed my plan
Your feedback's a slap
I'm trying to not take it
as you giving me crap

Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control
 
Roses are red
violets are blue
I just wanted to ryme
something with poo

You truly succeeded
I'm glad that you did
It's like it was written
By a twelve year old kid

I followed my plan
Your feedback's a slap
I'm trying to not take it
as you giving me crap

Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control

I am so happy
yet I feel the fool
for thinking to only
rhyme brown words like stool
 
Roses are red
violets are blue
I just wanted to ryme
something with poo

You truly succeeded
I'm glad that you did
It's like it was written
By a twelve year old kid

I followed my plan
Your feedback's a slap
I'm trying to not take it
as you giving me crap

Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control

I am so happy
yet I feel the fool
for thinking to only
rhyme brown words like stool

There's no other feeling
To tell you the truth
Like the feeling of pinching
Your own Baby Ruth
 
I followed my plan
Your feedback's a slap
I'm trying to not take it
as you giving me crap

Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control

I am so happy
yet I feel the fool
for thinking to only
rhyme brown words like stool

There's no other feeling
To tell you the truth
Like the feeling of pinching
Your own Baby Ruth

Equally joyous
and bound to amaze
when the stream goes 10 minutes
after holding it days
 
I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control

I am so happy
yet I feel the fool
for thinking to only
rhyme brown words like stool

There's no other feeling
To tell you the truth
Like the feeling of pinching
Your own Baby Ruth

Equally joyous
and bound to amaze
when the stream goes 10 minutes
after holding it days

The flip side, of course
Is at night in the dark
Half awake and unknowingly
Missing your mark
 
Please don't be offended
I'm digging your rhyme
I just think that pee-pee
Deserves equal time

I will give extra effort
please don't boo and hiss
I'll add to the stanza
the awesome word piss

Your verses are poignant
And speak to my soul
My bladder's so happy
It might lose control

I am so happy
yet I feel the fool
for thinking to only
rhyme brown words like stool

There's no other feeling
To tell you the truth
Like the feeling of pinching
Your own Baby Ruth

Equally joyous
and bound to amaze
when the stream goes 10 minutes
after holding it days

The flip side, of course
Is at night in the dark
Half awake and unknowingly
Missing your mark

I chuckle to think
of the nights I would strap
over the toilet
a bit of shrink wrap
 
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