Talk about colossal boners.
And sometimes when I feel particularly philosophically masochistic, I ponder what this really would mean.
It’s easier to understand, granted, now that I have come into a better sense of faith, and realize that in fact it is something that is driven from without, from that so called “sky pixie.” I don’t generate it; I only choose to receive it.
It was something at least this bad: God had promised to fill them in on everything they needed to know. And the serpent? He said no, you can control all that. Just eat this fruit (of whatever nature, I am inclined to think it was a symbol for faith in the demonic) and poof, the world is yours.
Well there IS no such poof. It would be impossible! We are finite. We can’t contain that information so how could we possibly possess it, and this is just looking at it from the most obvious perspective.
Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God, and He will raise you up... makes a lot more sense now that I’ve seen what NOT doing that is like.
And, the global warming fiasco is just this, writ small. Vastly too much data to grasp, but that doesn’t daunt the slyentists. They proudly proclaim that what they have managed to grasp, or pretend to grasp, is what matters.
Ooh, spiritual history repeats itself. Not just physical history.