Ok, not 00.01%, starting from now speak the words ‘point zero’ and repeat the second word over and over again until the last breath you breathe then say ‘one percent’; counting that you won’t kill yourself or die by other means anytime soon that is how much I believe God exists.
And the only reason I have that 0.000 recurring 1 percentage is because
ANYTHING can be said to be true but because you can’t disprove it you can’t say it doesn’t exist.
It’s just a ridiculous endless circle, made up at some point in time.
Person A: “Flasty the naughty demon elf squirrel of the Universal Boutique of Clarity exists!”
Person B: “No it doesn’t!”
Person A: “Prove it!”
Person B: “I can’t!”
Person A: “So it exists!”
Why can’t we understand it? If we can’t understand it where did we get even the notion of it?
It’s the human desire to make up an answer so quick and easy to preach to make people feel better about dieing, that something HAS to have made up this universe and so has a plan for us because if it’s one thing we’re good at, it’s following orders, hell most of us beg for someone to tell us what to do.
We can’t accept that we’re just part of the evolutionary cycle and that we’re no better then the rest of everything else, except God of course.
If there’s a plan for us there’s a purpose for us being here. People need a purpose and they’ll believe the most outlandish things to gain one.
The problem with your good self is you’re too much on the fence, you’ve been swayed by each side so many times that you feel it’s safer to keep perched on the fence but believe in God anyway just incase.
By the way, the last post I put I can remember about a quarter of what I put. I was K’ed at the time and it made perfect sense. I like it enough to defend what I said anyway! raaaraaa
