The only proof any of us has that God even exists is a beautifully paved road. Put whatever goal as a destination, and fill the sides with whatever scenery. Put yourself in whatever vehicle. The purpose is to get to the destination. You can stop for a leak, or to smell the flowers as long as you like. The purpose of a road is to get us someplace. A single loose nail on that road, like a rail spike left protruding just ever too high, is the only evidence of God, because it puts perfection into perspective. We doubt the existence of a unified consciousness. Ergo, we request sight of imperfection and spend lifetimes grappling the imperfect concept, until we understand the sole purpose of anything is one both of our own making, and co-created in partnership with that sustaining the common ability to find again our missing common sense. http:// talk2dream .com The petition for worldwide peace, in support of The Dissertation For Worldwide Peace at htt...
Since when has Canada exchanged reason for madness?