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UOTE=smokydot;2239219]Only Jesus is also human. His human nature is not subject to the same laws as the divine spirits of the Trinity. In his human nature, he can experience forsakenness by his divine spirit Father.[/QUOTE]
The problem with scholarship is that, often; a breadth of knowledge is considered more sufficient than a depth of understanding. The ivory tower of learning stands so high, from the weight of years, the debt of the body for the surety of the mind; makes it a destination unto itself. The Professor claims his vellum scroll, his lettered entitlement, and the respect of his peers. The weight of experience seems to speak to us alll, in that toil brings deserved reward.
I ask you, are you content, paying taxes; so that our munificent government can, in turn, finance my worship of Gwyneth Paltrow? It is not my contention to be right; science is never so beautiful as when it is simple, obvious, elegant... and five minutes with a casual stranger, I talk about Gwyneth; that stranger is qualified to judge my mental fitness. I'm just plain wrong.
Respect, that is a fickle accomplishment. We make assumption upon assumption upon assumption building castles in the air; call it experience when we get older, when we use hindsight, patch the cracks in our foundations. But, there can be no shared understanding without a degree of mutual respect. You have posted, I have replied. I have posted, and you have replied. That even as we don't agree on intreptation, we both assume we are each qualified to interpret.
Allow me to begin at the beginning. I didn't get entitlement from god, I got a job. Five years and three universes later; I have a foundation. Everything I'll ever say, I have said in the Gwynnite Hypothesis. I didn't get god from god, I got; what if there was no god? A universe without god requires its living awareness to create god. That is what I have done. Started from a universe of everything, and created nothing. No gospel I could speak would ever be safe from misinterpretation; the best possible option for this fool, as absurd and facetious as it may sound, is to be not a prophet, or a scholar, or even a man. I am, and continue to be, naught but an echo - of the poem of love I sang, to this girl; I'll never meet.
Line 3. The purpose of god is for the individual to find comfort in god.
Know that I can never "prove" anyone wrong, if that one is comfortable with god. Me and you can argue until death itself passes away, and I cannot make you right; I cannot be right. There hasn't been a thousand years of "Bible Study," trying to prove that scripture is right - a six-hundred page book - a billion man-hours - try to fly that Led Zeppelin past your thesis advisor. Thing is, it's the easiest thing in the world, being content with being right; a far more diffcult course of study, is finding a measure of comfort in being wrong. And I fail. So, I cheat; I simplify - of course, I'm always wrong; Gwynnie is always right. Esssentially, writing the wording of mathematical theology validates my government subsidy.
But, only if I am allowed a measure of respect. I expect no one to respect my absurdity over a Hollywood princess; but since we share the experiences, that toil anticipates reward, I would like to speak of my area of expertise - mathematics - without a lot of math.
When I grew up, the seventh grade was an introducion for the stout of heart to explore the wonderfully arcane language of the algebra. The concrete becomes variable, becomes so much more by becoming so much less. X doesn't actually equal anything. The function y of x becomes a state of interdependance, becomes a language for speaking all words. The general public contends that x and y have nothing to do with green; but you could your last dollar that if everyone hadn't already been coded into variables, and solved by those who would rule; Uncle Sam would not be able to make the world safe for democracy, spreading the gospel of capitalism; which in this day, is actually based on nothing.
Those words, my credentials, the experience of a life lived; presented through a medium that allows anyone to claim anything, where everything said, proves nothing. But, I would expect a general consensus; that this fool is qualified to speak of basic seventh-grade algebra... Even if unentitled to speak beyond the introduction.
I speak of the order of operations. When X+b squared equals y times (b squared -b) + c; it is not enough to read from left to right. When x=y, y must = x; yet morality tells us of ends and means. In algebra, terms in parenthesis must be considered first. Things must be squared before they are subtracted, like terms must be gathered... and even then, the reward is not an answer, it is a more useful equation. Consider these algebraic expressions
The problem with scholarship is that, often; a breadth of knowledge is considered more sufficient than a depth of understanding. The ivory tower of learning stands so high, from the weight of years, the debt of the body for the surety of the mind; makes it a destination unto itself. The Professor claims his vellum scroll, his lettered entitlement, and the respect of his peers. The weight of experience seems to speak to us alll, in that toil brings deserved reward.
I ask you, are you content, paying taxes; so that our munificent government can, in turn, finance my worship of Gwyneth Paltrow? It is not my contention to be right; science is never so beautiful as when it is simple, obvious, elegant... and five minutes with a casual stranger, I talk about Gwyneth; that stranger is qualified to judge my mental fitness. I'm just plain wrong.
Respect, that is a fickle accomplishment. We make assumption upon assumption upon assumption building castles in the air; call it experience when we get older, when we use hindsight, patch the cracks in our foundations. But, there can be no shared understanding without a degree of mutual respect. You have posted, I have replied. I have posted, and you have replied. That even as we don't agree on intreptation, we both assume we are each qualified to interpret.
Allow me to begin at the beginning. I didn't get entitlement from god, I got a job. Five years and three universes later; I have a foundation. Everything I'll ever say, I have said in the Gwynnite Hypothesis. I didn't get god from god, I got; what if there was no god? A universe without god requires its living awareness to create god. That is what I have done. Started from a universe of everything, and created nothing. No gospel I could speak would ever be safe from misinterpretation; the best possible option for this fool, as absurd and facetious as it may sound, is to be not a prophet, or a scholar, or even a man. I am, and continue to be, naught but an echo - of the poem of love I sang, to this girl; I'll never meet.
Line 3. The purpose of god is for the individual to find comfort in god.
Know that I can never "prove" anyone wrong, if that one is comfortable with god. Me and you can argue until death itself passes away, and I cannot make you right; I cannot be right. There hasn't been a thousand years of "Bible Study," trying to prove that scripture is right - a six-hundred page book - a billion man-hours - try to fly that Led Zeppelin past your thesis advisor. Thing is, it's the easiest thing in the world, being content with being right; a far more diffcult course of study, is finding a measure of comfort in being wrong. And I fail. So, I cheat; I simplify - of course, I'm always wrong; Gwynnie is always right. Esssentially, writing the wording of mathematical theology validates my government subsidy.
But, only if I am allowed a measure of respect. I expect no one to respect my absurdity over a Hollywood princess; but since we share the experiences, that toil anticipates reward, I would like to speak of my area of expertise - mathematics - without a lot of math.
When I grew up, the seventh grade was an introducion for the stout of heart to explore the wonderfully arcane language of the algebra. The concrete becomes variable, becomes so much more by becoming so much less. X doesn't actually equal anything. The function y of x becomes a state of interdependance, becomes a language for speaking all words. The general public contends that x and y have nothing to do with green; but you could your last dollar that if everyone hadn't already been coded into variables, and solved by those who would rule; Uncle Sam would not be able to make the world safe for democracy, spreading the gospel of capitalism; which in this day, is actually based on nothing.
Those words, my credentials, the experience of a life lived; presented through a medium that allows anyone to claim anything, where everything said, proves nothing. But, I would expect a general consensus; that this fool is qualified to speak of basic seventh-grade algebra... Even if unentitled to speak beyond the introduction.
I speak of the order of operations. When X+b squared equals y times (b squared -b) + c; it is not enough to read from left to right. When x=y, y must = x; yet morality tells us of ends and means. In algebra, terms in parenthesis must be considered first. Things must be squared before they are subtracted, like terms must be gathered... and even then, the reward is not an answer, it is a more useful equation. Consider these algebraic expressions