“Numbers, numbers, numbers, Cutie.”
“Wot? I mean, what, Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Numbers, Sweet Child. You know … figures. Digits, numerals and such scientific stuff.”
So: why all the puzzlement?
Track it back to this that I uplifted earlier from u-toobe:
AND BE ADVISED:
old Argie didn’t go there. He’s one of those who prefer to travel hopefully rather than to arrive—to travel is to hold a dream, to arrive is often sub-standard everything and scratchy toilet paper. In this instance I suspect a prospecting Christian. Brrrr.
all is NOT lost. I imagine that if one were to go there one would find a religionist’s calculations involving inconceivable numbers to ‘prove’ that even the most basic of everything must have been intelligently designed (i.e. invented) ‘cos the odds against it spontaneously appearing are so astronomical as to rule it out—
—but I’m forced to ponder: if the odds are stacked so very very high against even a splurb of brainless mindless formless primordial jelly originating by chance …
… what are the odds against a coldly calculating infinitely capable eternally sadistic ethereal cosmic bastard popping into existence out of nowhere, by chance, and then inventing
- Himself, and
- the entirety of Creation?
(The clue is in the name, right? ‘Creation’ … it means all that exists as an artefact (a created object)—
—all, except for ol’ God himself. Of course. Alone in all of Creation He is allowed to have popped up out of nowhere; which of course makes Him the definitive ‘Unique’.
SO, NO CONTRADICTIONS HERE AT ALL—
- Everything that exists (with absolutely no exceptions) had to have a creator, namely, one Mr God Esq.
- except for Mr God who created Himself first, and only then the rest of the universe.
Thus far, so good. But—
IF THE ODDS AGAINST
a single blob of organic jelly appearing out of nowhere by chance are 10 to the 164th … can any religioso please calculate the odds of an entire animated Divine Being capable of infinite presence etc etc etc likewise appearing out of nowhere by chance?
I offer that the famous ‘Snowball In Hell’ would fare better.
AND I STILL WON’T
go there, just in case my illusions are shattered (I’m not good at sums) …
if you’d like to go, be my guest—
—and if you report back I’d be infinitely grateful. Good luck …
“STUPID … STUPID … STUPID … are you listening, nut?”