Carl has been dead for 6 years today. His writings and his clear thinking have had a large impact on me and who I am today. Without people like Carl I would still be completely lost in the world of mysticism.
I dedicate this thread to his memory:
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22Carl Sagan
by donkey incarl has been dead for 6 years today.
his writings and his clear thinking have had a large impact on me and who i am today.
without people like carl i would still be completely lost in the world of mysticism.. i dedicate this thread to his memory:.
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Great Tribulations Starts December 20, 2002
by proplog2 in2300 days from december 20 2002 brings you to april 8 2009. april.
8, 2009 is nisan 14 - memorial /passover.
daniel 8:13 "and i got to hear a certain holy one speaking and.
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Proplog,
I am a donkey and my breed is afraid of lions but since tomorrow will be the New Order will you please show us how the animals have become mild and stick your head in the lion's mouth?
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Do you still expect to live eternally?
by JH insince leaving the watchtower, do you still believe that you will live forever, here on earth?
some might think that heaven is the final destiny, while other may just believe in this short life and nothing else.
what is your belief and how does it affect your daily life?
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Sure, living forever beats dying, but under what conditions?
Where can I buy some of these drugs?
The delusional thinking continues and it seems people figue out reality or they will end up like this:
Edited by - donkey on 20 December 2002 9:41:2
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Great Tribulations Starts December 20, 2002
by proplog2 in2300 days from december 20 2002 brings you to april 8 2009. april.
8, 2009 is nisan 14 - memorial /passover.
daniel 8:13 "and i got to hear a certain holy one speaking and.
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Frankly, I hope I am wrong because you only have one chance in the prophecy business. If you hit it wrong you're out of the business - you become an unreliable source
At least part of the prophecy has an element of truth....
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Proplog: 4 Days Until Armageddon Begins.
by SYN inaccording to your predictions here, the beginning of the great, bloody war of ghod is on...friday.
it seems that tgif won't be applying this week after all...damn, time to organize a big old party on thursday night, so that when the end begins, we'll be far too smashed to notice .
ok guys.
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Pooplog,
Where is it? I sold all my worldly possessions on account of the prophecy.
I am a desolated ass now...
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Letter From Bill Bowen
by Lin inthis message was originally sent out by bill bowen on the silentlambs mailing list: .
i wish to explain some of the events of the last couple of months and let everyone know where silentlambs.org is going from here.
in october of this year i was approached by a webmaster, rev, who offered to provide server space for silentlambs and set up a new website.
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Hawk,
I am not sure of the FACTS just as many here aren't.
You say you agree with the WHAT Bill has done in seeking a professional paid webmaster (and for that matter it does make some sense). However, from what I have read in Bill's email which was posted and from what Rev has posted do you agree with HOW Bill has done this?
If the facts are as shown in this and the other thread then I can understand Rev being upset for HOW the transition has been handled.
I don't know the facts however so I will not pass any judgement on Bill. I know Bill has a tough job to do and I also know he will make mistakes. How he recovers or handles those mistakes is important to many of the posters here.
I still support Bill - but I understand why many are having second thoughts after reading this stuff.
Perhaps I am just speaking out of my ASS as usual....
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Athiests and Christmas?
by clash_city_rockers ini was just thinking.
since christmas is about the birth of christ, i know dec 25 was not his birthday, probly born around late sept or early oct. i guess he wanted to be born right before the baseball playoffs and world series, just kidding.
it was the early christian church that appointed dec 25th.
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Clash City Rockers,
Are you off your rocker? Or do you suffer from incurable FONTASIES?
I find your font size to be offensive. Please use normal fonts when responding to us. Your font is clouding your abilityto think straight.
I might be a Donkey but I am not blind dude!!!
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Donkey's never-ending atheism thread
by donkey inwih the permission of simon, i would like to start a thread to act as a collection of thought, quotes and miscellany on atheism and agnosticism.
there are so many other threads on this subject but no one place which one can go to on here.
i have much to share - enjoy and contribute with me please.give me the storm and stress of thought and action rather than the dead calm of ignorance and faith.
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Many people would rather die than think; in fact, most do. -- Bertrand Russell
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True story: A woman had her husband's ashes made into an egg timer when he died so he could still "help" in the kitchen.
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Donkey's never-ending atheism thread
by donkey inwih the permission of simon, i would like to start a thread to act as a collection of thought, quotes and miscellany on atheism and agnosticism.
there are so many other threads on this subject but no one place which one can go to on here.
i have much to share - enjoy and contribute with me please.give me the storm and stress of thought and action rather than the dead calm of ignorance and faith.
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The following excerpt is taken from The theologian's Nightmare - Bertrand Russell, Fact and Fiction 1961
The eminent theologian Dr. Thaddeus dreamt that he died and pursued his course toward heaven. His studies had prepared him and he had no difficulty in finding the way. He knocked at the door of heaven, and was met with a closer scrutiny than he expected. "I ask admission," he said, "because I was a good man and devoted my life to the glory of God." "Man?" said the janitor, "What is that? And how could such a funny creature as you do anything to promote the glory of God?" Dr. Thaddeus was astonished. "You surely cannot be ignorant of man. You must be aware that man is the supreme work of the Creator." "As to that," said the janitor, "I am sorry to hurt your feelings, but what you're saying is news to me. I doubt if anybody up here has ever heard of this thing you call 'man.' However, since you seem distressed, you shall have a chance of consulting our librarian."
The librarian, a globular being with a thousand eyes and one mouth, bent some of his eyes upon Dr. Thaddeus. "What is this?" he asked the janitor. "This," replied the janitor, "says that it is a member of a species called 'man,' which lives in a place called 'Earth.' It has some odd notion that the Creator takes a special interest in this place and this species. I thought perhaps you could enlighten it." "Well," said the librarian kindly to the theologian, "perhaps you can tall me where this place is that you call 'Earth.'" "Oh," said the theologian, "it's part of the Solar System." "And what is the Solar System?" asked the librarian. "Oh," said the theologian, somewhat disconcerted, "my province was Sacred Knowledge, but the question that you are asking belongs to profane knowledge. However, I have learnt enough from my astronomical friends to be able to tell you that the Solar System is part of the Milky Way." "And what is the Milky Way?" asked the librarian. "Oh, the Milky Way is one of the Galaxies, of which, I am told, there are some hundred million." "Well, well," said the librarian, "you could hardly expect me to remember one out of so many. But I do remember to have heard the word galaxy' before. In fact, I believe that one of our sub-librarians specializes in galaxies. Let us send for him and see whether he can help."
After no very long time, the galactic sub-librarian made his appearance. In shape, he was a dodecahedron. It was clear that at one time his surface had been bright, but the dust of the shelves had rendered him dim and opaque. The librarian explained to him that Dr. Thaddeus, in endeavoring to account for his origin, had mentioned galaxies, and it was hoped that information could be obtained from the galactic section of the library. "Well," said the sub-librarian, "I suppose it might become possible in time, but as there are a hundred million galaxies, and each has a volume to itself, it takes some time to find any particular volume. Which is it that this odd molecule desires?" "It is the one called 'The Milky Way,'" Dr. Thaddeus falteringly replied. "All right," said the sub- librarian, "I will find it if I can."
Some three weeks later, he returned, explaining that the extraordinarily efficient card index in the galactic section of the library had enabled him to locate the galaxy as number QX 321,762. "We have employed," he said, "all the five thousand clerks in the galactic section on this search. Perhaps you would like to see the clerk who is specially concerned with the galaxy in question?" The clerk was sent for and turned out to be an octahedron with an eye in each face and a mouth in one of them. He was surprised and dazed to find himself in such a glittering region, away from the shadowy limbo of his shelves. Pulling himself together, he asked, rather shyly, "What is it you wish to know about my galaxy?" Dr. Thaddeus spoke up: "What I want is to know about the Solar System, a collection of heavenly bodies revolving about one of the stars in your galaxy. The star about which they revolve is called 'the Sun.'" "Humph," said the librarian of the Milky Way, "it was hard enough to hit upon the right galaxy, but to hit upon the right star in the galaxy is far more difficult. I know that there are about three hundred billion stars in the galaxy, but I have no knowledge, myself, that would distinguish one of them from another. I believe, however, that at one time a list of the whole three hundred billion was demanded by the Administration and that it is still stored in the basement. If you think it worth while, I will engage special labor from the Other Place to search for this particular star."
It was agreed that, since the question had arisen and since Dr. Thaddeus was evidently suffering some distress, this might be the wisest course.
Several years later, a very weary and dispirited tetrahedron presented himself before the galactic sub-librarian. "I have," he said, "at last discovered the particular star concerning which inquiries have been made, but I am quite at a loss to imagine why it has aroused any special interest. It closely resembles a great many other stars in the same galaxy. It is of average size and temperature, and is surrounded by very much smaller bodies called 'planets.' After minute investigation, I discovered that some, at least, of these planets have parasites, and I think that this thing which has been making inquiries must be one of them."
At this point, Dr. Thaddeus burst out in a passionate and indignant lament: "Why, oh why, did the Creator conceal from us poor inhabitants of Earth that it was not we who prompted Him to create the Heavens? Throughout my long life, I have served Him diligently, believing that He would notice my service and reward me with Eternal Bliss. And now, it seems that He was not even aware that I existed. You tell me that I am an infinitesimal animalcule on a tiny body revolving round an insignificant member of a collection of three hundred billion stars, which is only one of many millions of such collections. I cannot bear it, and can no longer adore my Creator." "Very well," said the janitor, "then you can go to the Other Place."
Here the theologian awoke. "The power of Satan over our sleeping imagination is terrifying," he muttered