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“They that go down to the Sea in Ships, that do business in great waters, these see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep.” - Psalm 107

But if the mere fact that I can produce from my thought the image of something entails that everything which I clearly and distinctly perceive to belong to that thing really does belong to it, is not this a possible basis for another argument to prove the existence of God?

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Aye Carumba!
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The always-classic Jesus Beeper! (Note: That is not a complete sentence. This is.)

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-Ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in Tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in Kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You just have to carry on
The dream is over

A lot has changed since last year. I remember talking to my dad about a year ago. He was telling me that he thought sometimes God just likes to pull the rug out from under you. You’re walking along, living your life, thinking you finally have a clue … thinking that you know something … thinking that things are starting to make sense … and then, WHAM! You wake up and you’re alone in your head and you realize that you don’t know anything and nothing makes sense and you don’t have a clue and you have no idea what’s happening and suddenly everything is completely different. I think that, too. It seems like every year on my birthday (or nearabouts) I stop for a second and recognize that I know nothing.

At the Jesus Christ Superstore you can buy a God Almighty action figure.
Sometimes I just can’t believe the things that are on the ‘net. When I was a kid my sister and I used to play with G.I. Joe toys all the time. We’d cover the entire house with bases and battles and we’d make the toys act out scenes from the comics or the cartoon. We had a lot of fun.

Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat.

Danelope had a link to Jesus Christ’s home page, which was truly an amazing find. At the bottom of the page I noticed that Jesus’ page was created by something called “Solomon Tunt” productions. That made me think of Solomon Grundy, from the Superfriends. He was one of my favorite bad guys from the group of bad guys. I can’t remember what their hideaway was called, though. I used to freakin’ love that show. I also used to like to walk around saying, “Solomon Grundy!” in an ominous, deep voice.

I was born in Pawtucket, RI … when I was kid at St. Paul’s elementary school in Daytona Beach, FL, I used to always feel a special connection to Jesus because I, too, had been INRI … Wow! I thought I was the only one who ever thought that …

God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him. - WonderGurl