If God can do anything he can make a stone so heavy that even he can’t lift it. Then there is something God cannot do, he cannot lift the stone. Therefore God does not exist.
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Anand Thakur
If God can do anything he can make a stone so heavy that even he can’t lift it. Then there is something God cannot do, he cannot lift the stone. Therefore God does not exist.
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The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
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From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
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Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
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Life is one long struggle in the dark.
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Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
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So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.
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Nature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
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Thus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.
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We plainly perceive that the mind strengthens and decays with the body.
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It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
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So much wrong could religion induce.
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The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
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The sum total of all sums total is eternal.
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Fear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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