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I want to believe in God, in defiance of the absence of evidence of his existence. Because faith is an absurd notion: but it is like love and hope. It is a necessary balm in a cruel and uncaring world. In the Kierkengaardian sense, I believe in God as the manifest nature of love: eternally abiding, unconditional, perfect. Forgiving. Merciful, to the flawed creatures that are men. In my life, I feel so sad, so forlorn. I feel that only God could love such a creature as I.
It is probably the only love I will feel in this life.
Perhaps that makes me a strange Catholic, but I arrived here strangely, in any case. You could make a secular case of Christ's nonexistence, but that wouldn't change my faith in God, because my faith isn't based in scurrilous readings of the Bible or enscribed onto plates. I don't care to prove my faith or defend it against skeptical inquiry. I base it on love: that transcendent, ethereal quality that is beyond the ability of materialism to define beyond the inadequate language of hormones and socialization.
That is the most profound miracle of all, and beyond the reach of fedora'd Redditors.
One of my friends with the last name Dong was dating a guy with the last name Beaver for a while. A match made in heaven.
“Poasting”.
Real mottezin hours up in this bitch.
It and memes using the audio / poasts discussing the phenomenon are doing massive numbers on X, the only platform it’s not actively being suppressed on.
So… yes.
I don't think "turnabout's fair play" applies - in most people's minds - to two situations between unrelated individuals who have never met or interacted with eachother, but are instead ascribed some value in the racial side of the culture war by too-online commenters.
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