music versus Led Zeppelin. Okay so what does Paris Hilton's music got to do with Zepplelin's? Well, first, imagine for a moment that you had to prove Led Zeppelin's music was better to some dense person who insisted that there was no difference between the two. Apart from saying, you've got to be an idiot to think that Paris Hilton's music in the same league, is there anything that you could point to. And then, the group who claimed that Paris is better brought up the generally cheeriness in her music and pointed to the fact that Led Zeppelin is too dark and has caused a may of mass suicide and kids on drugs. How can you even think that Leppelin is better they say with all of this negativity. Okay, this is exactly how christians feel about defending their faith against, science and all the world religions. There is no comparison, and christianity is so much better than anything else that it is as stupid to even compare it to this stuff, just like it is stupid to compare Paris to led, because everyone knows Led Zeppelin is way more important, internally. This feeling is what christians call faith. Deal with it.
How quaint: What, what? Christianity is better than science...? That's your point of this thread, right?
I'm dumbfounded , yet intrigued by this thread. are you supporting the views of Christians or sarcastically mocking them
You're using Paris Hilton and Led Zepplin to explain religious points and you were criticizing people in another thread for being South Park like?
'been a long time since I rock n rolled' been, a long time, been a long time, been a oh never mind it hasn't been that long since i played Zep on my acoustic.
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all. Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all. I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow. The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red. Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know. Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on. Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold. Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes. Keep D&D Civil.
There is a reason christianity is number 1 in the world. All you haters can just keep on hating, cause christianty is dat shis-ot!
I don't think anyone is hating Christianity. Hating a stupid analogy from someone who was trying to take others to tasks for debating religious issues is more like it.
I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids--and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination indeed, everything except me.
Invisible man is not a character; he is not even real, nor ever lived in the world, he is only made living in the mind of someone who is willing to recognize his form. The fact that you have to ask me who I am is proof that I am not alive in you as you in me as brother walt might say. :cheers: where everybody knows ...
