Post #217,961
8/7/05 12:39:11 PM
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touching the tree gave us death as opposed to immortality
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Post #217,964
8/7/05 1:10:39 PM
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Text doesn't suggest that
"for when you eat of it you will surely die" suggests rapid signs of death or dying. Describing events in the far future tend to need the word 'eventually'. Or perhaps this god couldn't speak the local language properly. Or he doesn't proof read his commissioned translations. Or the concept of death through old age was simplified for toddlers. Or he just plain lied.
Matthew Greet
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- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,965
8/7/05 1:24:56 PM
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you will die for sure, currently you do not
and although the almighty probably has a good grasp of King James English it was geared towards an early form of Aramaic that was translated by men into greek and then by men into 17th century english which you are translating into modern english so nuance might be a problem.
thanx,
bill
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Post #217,966
8/7/05 1:43:28 PM
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It was the New Testament that started in Aramaic.
Parts of the Old Testament started out with borrowed stuff in Sumaarian or even farther back. There would be at least a dozen languages involved.
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Post #217,969
8/7/05 2:00:02 PM
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Can't be bothered to proof read translations properly, then
It's his most important work. You'd think he'd care about artistic integrity. You'd think he'd write a second edition after a thousand years. Hasn't his publicist told him about day time TV, chat shows and book signings? His book is being upstaged by the Da Vinci Code, for crying out loud! In this day and age, you need something special to get your books noticed. Can't he spare a few cherubs?
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,973
8/7/05 2:22:11 PM
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there a tons of modern day translations out there
have a boo
[link|http://www.mechon-mamre.org/e/e0000.htm|http://www.mechon-mamre.org/e/e0000.htm]
and an in depth look at the pile
[link|http://www.aishdas.org/toratemet/en_bereshit.html|http://www.aishdas.o.../en_bereshit.html]
thanx,
bill
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Post #217,980
8/7/05 2:42:43 PM
8/7/05 8:21:46 PM
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Can't be bothered to endorse the correct one?
If someone mistranslated anything I wrote and valued without my express permission and direction, I'd sue! And this god entity is supposed to have direct means to express his anger. Doesn't he care?
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
Edited by warmachine
Aug. 7, 2005, 08:21:46 PM EDT
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Post #217,982
8/7/05 2:45:03 PM
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free will, he reports you decide :-0
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Post #218,038
8/7/05 8:57:17 PM
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he? He, She, It, [..] You decide, then. Gotta Love 'decide'
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Post #218,043
8/7/05 9:38:12 PM
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Gods don't write bibles, people do . . .
. . and always with some political agenda in mind. Why should God endorse a version when he had nothing to do with writing any of them?
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Post #218,045
8/7/05 9:49:11 PM
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You mean to say the Word of God isn't the word of God?
Yikes! Input card stapled, folded, or mutilated. Error, divide by zero.
In a movie, I distinctly saw Hebrew written on the Ten Commandments tablet handed to Moses. Therefore there is a God and the Bible is his Word!
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Alex
The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #218,050
8/7/05 10:43:41 PM
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tha wasnt hebrew, that was norse runes shaped like hebrew
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Post #218,193
8/8/05 5:16:43 PM
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Yeah, and that wasn't Moses, either
It was Charleston Hesssssston, and some very good make-up 9for the time, anyway)...
jb4
shrub\ufffdbish (Am., from shrub + rubbish, after the derisive name for America's 43 president; 2003) n. 1. a form of nonsensical political doubletalk wherein the speaker attempts to defend the indefensible by lying, obfuscation, or otherwise misstating the facts; GIBBERISH. 2. any of a collection of utterances from America's putative 43rd president. cf. BULLSHIT
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Post #218,064
8/8/05 6:05:15 AM
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Error! Does not compute!
Your input assertian was rejected for the following reason:
Gods don't write bibles, people do => No version of the bible is the word of god => The bible is not evidence for the existence of god AND [no other evidence of god exists] => God does not exist.
Gods don't write bibles, people do => God exists.
is a contradiction.
Please check your assertian and try again.
I'm being facetious, of course. What kind of a god doesn't dish out some righteous smackdown when people misrepresent him? Maybe this god entity doesn't care what humans think of him? If only he'd tell his worshippers this.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #218,071
8/8/05 8:35:12 AM
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re: see history of jews
book was by them for them, they seem to have been smacked rather regularly
thanx,.
bill
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Post #218,073
8/8/05 8:39:56 AM
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Not any more
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #218,078
8/8/05 8:54:50 AM
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?? what world do you inhabit?
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Post #218,083
8/8/05 9:03:50 AM
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Ain't god doing the smacking. It's humans.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #218,161
8/8/05 3:50:03 PM
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War: cf Terry Pratchett, 'Small Gods' & get back to us.
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Post #217,968
8/7/05 1:52:38 PM
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But then why have a Tree of Life? (Honest question.)
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Post #217,975
8/7/05 2:28:18 PM
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to each and every action there is a equal opposite reaction
iching, mithraic order/chaos light vs darkness. There is a balance in this universe that is dificult to understand. Perhaps like Doc explaining his 6 dimesional theory to me only then I have to write the book explaining the theory and deeming it the ultimate truth as designed by Doc who no longer answers questions on the subject. HTH
thanx,
bill
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