[HoneyBadger]

None of you have the facts to adequately prove anything, except that *I'm* right, and that arguing about religion is meaningless.

And you're wrong in thinking that neither side can be correct, because you're limiting your thinking to a single dimension, which proves again the meaninglessness of arguing about religion.

None of us are capable, as human beings, of precieving or understanding anything as complex as God must be, if God exists. I seem to be the only one who gets that. Reality and existence are just too big of concepts for us to make any statements about it's nature, beyond what iota of information our tiny brains and meager sciences can process.

If I told you about the popular artwork of an alien species who's technology is three billion years beyond ours, you'd think I was either lying, or crazy, or just making it up-and I would be. And yet, you want to argue about the nature and existence of a being well beyond that. A being that would be beyond Time itself, as we can understand the concept.

And it's entirely possible, and imminently debatable, that we all exist in separated realities. We only suppose that we all exist in the same one, but if we don't, then what is right from one perspective may be wrong from another. From my perspective, the Universe began when I began. As I learned and grew older, the Universe expanded around me. God came into being the moment I heard about Him, and became a woman, when I made that choice, and ceased to be-or atleast retired-when I stopped being a Christian.

As far as I'm concerned, the rest of you only exist as words on a screen, and in my imagination-that's the entirety of your existence. That's all you are, unless I give you more. And there's very little you can do to prove to me that you're more than a complex hallucination. When I dream, I've dreamt people realer to me than you are. I could see them, touch them, taste them. I could percieve their emotions, and they could surprise me. They had their own motivations, and they affected my emotions. I could care about them-I yearned to know them better, and felt certain that they must somewhere exist. You fail to compete with a vision from a dream that I failed to remember particularly well, and yet you want to argue about God's existence, and demand that one viewpoint must be right, and one must be wrong?

Even insane, I can't concieve that I've conjured such arrogance.

Nobody knows anything. That's the only truth and the only beauty, and the only wisdom to be had.

Goodnight and good morning. I'm going to go dream a world, with such people in it.