Note: This was a crap essay written for my Christianity class on the fly. Take it with a grain of salt.
Christians’ faith in Jesus Christ is based upon many books written by humans in another language decades after he died. While always seeking the truth about God, Christians are often reluctant to accept the possibility that errors exist in the Bible. Instead, they try to take everything in the Bible literally, narrowing their vision.
Reasoning and faith do not influence the each other much; one always dominates the other. Reasoning and faith interfere with each other because having faith is essentially believing without reasoning. When one reasons, one begins to question and thus, in others’ eyes, begins to lose faith.
Reasoning is only accepted when it flows with faith, never when they are in opposition. Athanasius disproves Arianism by using two logical proofs. One begins with, “No creature can redeem another creature,” and the other, “Only God can save.” These two statements depend on the automatic assumptions that no creature can redeem another and that only God can save. The possibility that God allows a creature to save and redeem another would crush his proof.
Science, on the other hand, is based on no faith. Everything is shown using if-then logic, always trying to determine cause and effect. In essence, it is attempting to play God, taking matters into their own hands. Faith is useless if it cannot help science on its quest to be able to cause effects. Science is very much like Christianity, except the scientists themselves are the gods. Like the Christians who refuse to believe anything that goes against the Bible, their authority on God, scientists only believe in their own gods (themselves) and what they can do. If they cannot yet do it then it is merely superstition.
Although there are many open-minded Christians and scientists, these are the problems inherent whenever these two fields cross each others’ paths. Having a deep belief in one field tends to affect the belief in the other field. Rare are the well informed and unbiased.
We all have idols. We look up to certain friends and faraway people. Others might look up to us. This is no ladder, though; our idols’ idols are usually not our own idols.
I wonder why my idols idolize others in the same way I do to them. I like to think that my idol is better than my idol’s idol. They should just be content with themselves.
They are still people, though. Without their idols, how could they have gotten to where they are now, at least in our eyes?
The other night, Wendy showed me a discussion board where two links were posted. The first contained “fuck” and the second contained “dick” as part of the links. The discussion board replaced both as “****,” rendering the links useless.
I thought it was ridiculous, but Wendy deemed it necessary. She claimed that she’s all for free speech until people abuse the language. Wendy had a point—rabid cursers are annoying. In order to keep their audience happy, it is not unexpected for the administrators to enforce censorship.
However, the point of posting is to make an argument, offensive or not. Like spelling mistakes, curses only serve to distract the readers from the actual content. The best arguments (and insults) are done not through cursing relentlessly, but by making clear, strong statements.
Curses are flashy, but contain no real substance—arguments that rely on curses are naturally weak and easy to ignore. People who encounter swear-infested messages will just label the author as a lunatic and skip it.
You seem to be a nice guy. You seem to make her happy. You seem perfect in her parents’ eyes.
So why do you make her cry? Do you not realize that she is hopelessly in love with you? Why can’t you do what’s best for her for once, instead of just letting her go back to you so you can break her heart again and again?
Why can’t you stop being such a selfish bastard for once?
I don’t see the point of eProps. Everybody gives 2 eProps for every crap entry on Xanga ever made, just because it is an entry made by their friend (and because it is the default). I feel that the system is complete garbage, so I almost always give 0 eProps.
I don’t understand why some people need to beg for eProps, anyway. Is the world such an insecure place that we need to receive fictional tokens of appreciation from our friends in order to stay happy? It doesn’t help that there are hundreds of lemmings willing to satiate each others’ eProp addictions, flooding entries with comments such as, “hey waz go0d pr0pz holla baq,” and giving 2 eProps each.
I have given more than 0 eProps before, by the way.
I have a friend who may or may not be straight. My other friends sometimes ask me if this person was gay or something, but I don’t know. There are numerous indications of this person’s non-straightness, though it doesn’t interest me enough to ask.
It does not make me any more comfortable knowing this person’s sexuality, nor it does not make me any less comfortable not to know. This person is my friend; their sexual preference is their business.
Others worry about being hit on by their own non-straight, same-sex friends. I don’t suffer from this delusion; nobody has ever hit on me.
A couple of weeks ago, I was teaching my baby cousin to use the microwave. I told him to put the bowl in the microwave, close the door, push Quick Start, and push 2. The food came out fantastic. My baby cousin was an iron chef.
He couldn’t finish his food and left it on the table until it was cold. I didn’t like to waste food, so I told him to reheat the food so I could eat it. He followed my previous instructions exactly, microwaving two spoons’ worth of food for two minutes.
So many nights have I spent trying to get computers to do the one thing they were meant to do: work reliably. Yet night after frustrating night, I come up empty, my junk pile of hardware filled with motherboards and networks that won’t just work.
Time and time again I tell myself that I will never fiddle with hardware again. Instead, I tell myself, I shall buy whole systems, saving myself some sanity and years of self-imposed tech support.
Yet I still do this. I try to be a hero and do everything myself.
I don’t understand the Zodiac. I don’t understand its appeal. I don’t understand why people believe in it, yet are ashamed of admitting it. (“I don’t believe in it, I just look at it for fun. But sometimes it’s true! I really do get along with <some other sign> and not with <some other sign>, though! I only believe it when it’s true.”)
I don’t believe that there are exactly twelve kinds of people out there. I don’t believe that there are twelve events happening to all of humanity. I don’t believe that each newspaper and magazine has their own psychic who can neatly categorize people and events together according to birthdate.