I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
Hi Kyra. La vita terrena non e' che un breve sbatter di ciglia. Tu hai un destino eterno. E' cosi' faticoso crederci?
amate i vostri nemici
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[QUOTE=Artemis;984021]Cos'
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
Guarda che la penso esattamente come te. Più o meno.
E da ciò si capisce che, allo stesso modo, è inutile contraddire i credenti con delle semplici deduzioni logico-matematiche-scientifiche-equellochevuoi. Perchè un credente lo è tale perchè ci crede, non perchè ci ha pensato e in effetti per logica è così.
E' un po' come il paradosso dell'onnipotenza divina tanto sbandierata dagli atei:
può un Dio onnipotente creare un essere più potente di lui?
Qualsiasi cosa rispondi cadi nel tranello della confutabilità.
Ma a me che credo, francamente, non me ne frega un acca di tutto questo.
Perchè ci credo e basta. Ci ha già pensato Berkeley per me.
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I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
[QUOTE=Artemis;984033]Guarda che la penso esattamente come te. Pi
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.