Can God Do Everything?

[Sextent]

Explain please.

Double spaced, one side of the paper only, margin to the left.

Sod off

I have just stuffed my face with chicken Kiev, chips and beans and all the blood has deserted my brain for my stomach. I am just about fit to cope with the sexy lady thread (less distance for the blood to travel)

:earl::fairdo's:

Your unfeasibly large napper isn't as young as it used to be.

[Biggles]

Sod off

I have just stuffed my face with chicken Kiev, chips and beans and all the blood has deserted my brain for my stomach. I am just about fit to cope with the sexy lady thread (less distance for the blood to travel)

:earl::fairdo's:

Your unfeasibly large napper isn't as young as it used to be.

True and in stark black and white it looks like my diet is less than healthy - we do fruit and stuff too like

There is a poem about the omnipotence thing if I can dig it up - I know FST will be beside himself with curiosity.

[Sextent]

Tenterhooks

[chalice]

A Man Called Horse.

[Sextent]

Little Big Man

[Biggles]

A Man Called Horse.

Didn't like the spinny nipple thing

[Sextent]

You and your blue movies.

[Biggles]

You and your blue movies.

His nipples were more than blue

On the other I can't find the poem but the jist of it was that omniscience precludes choice because he already knows what he will do whereas someone who is omnipotent can choose to do whatever he wants hence the paradox. In order to solve it you have to delve into ineffability - which I definitely am not up to especially after perusing the sexy lady thread.

[chalice]

Robert Graves

The Cool Web


Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,
How dreadful the tall soliers drulling by,
But we have speech, to chill the angry day,
And speech, to dull the roses's cruel scent,
We spell away the overhanging night,
We spell away the soldiers and the fright.
There's a cool web of language winds us in,
Retreat from too much joy or too much fear:
We grow sea-green at last and coldly die

In brininess and volubility.

But if we let our tongues lose self-possession,

Throwing off language and its watery clasp
Before our death, instead of when death comes,
Facing the wide glare of the children's day,
Facing the rose, the dark sky and the drums,
We shall go mad, no doubt, and die that way


Probly.

[Sextent]

You and your blue movies.

the jist of it was that omniscience precludes choice because he already knows what he will do whereas someone who is omnipotent can choose to do whatever he wants hence the paradox.

That sounds like the kind of pish a poet would come away way.