On Thursday, April 12, 2012 1:26:40 PM UTC-4, Christopher A. Lee wrote:
> On Thu, 12 Apr 2012 09:50:06 -0700, "Fidem Turbare, the non-existent
> atheist goddess" <
god...@fidemturbare.com> wrote:
>
> >On 2012-Apr-12 02:34, Barry OGrady wrote:
> >> On Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:32:20 -0500, duke<
duckg...@cox.net> wrote:
> >>
> >>> Atheists do not go to hell for failure to comprehend. They go to hell for
> >>> living a life outside the bounds that God draws because their atheism can't pull
> >>> them back in.
> >>
> >> Who should we blame, God, as creator and who has all power
> >> and authority, or us who are just along fro the ride?
> >>
> >>> And he was right. Only humans have a soul as in what the human soul is, A_dam
> >>> is Greek for mankind with Genesis 1-11 being a faith statement and not a
> >>> scientific statement, and if animals do have souls, whatever that is for
> >>> animals, then they have animal souls, but not human souls.
> >>
> >> Humans are animals, mammals to be specific.
> >
> >Apparently animals do go to heaven (non-atheist cats and dogs will be
>
> HEAVEN
>
> by: Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)
>
> (One of England's WW1 poets, famous for the war poetry they wrote at
> the front. He died in action)
Like the guy who wrote "Trees". WWI wiped out so many British men.
>
> Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
> Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)
> Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
> Each secret fishy hope or fear.
> Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
> But is there anything Beyond?
> This life cannot be All, they swear,
> For how unpleasant, if it were!
> One may not doubt that, somehow, Good
> Shall come of Water and of Mud;
> And, sure, the reverent eye must see
> A Purpose in Liquidity.
> We darkly know, by Faith we cry,
> The future is not Wholly Dry.
> Mud unto mud! -- Death eddies near --
> Not here the appointed End, not here!
> But somewhere, beyond Space and Time.
> Is wetter water, slimier slime!
> And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
> Who swam ere rivers were begun,
> Immense, of fishy form and mind,
> Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;
> And under that Almighty Fin,
> The littlest fish may enter in.
> Oh! never fly conceals a hook,
> Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,
> But more than mundane weeds are there,
> And mud, celestially fair;
> Fat caterpillars drift around,
> And Paradisal grubs are found;
> Unfading moths, immortal flies,
> And the worm that never dies.
> And in that Heaven of all their wish,
> There shall be no more land, say fish.
Ya think Duke is a fish?