Why I think Red Herrings exist.
The one and only defining feature of the [i]existence[/I] of a thingamajig is unanimously whether there are a [i]number[/I] of watsits. This be maths. Cos numbers and stuff. Is this maths? I don't have a clue.
Anyway, to elucidate, a shoal of flamingos ''exist'' because there be a ''number'' of birdy-lookin' whatchamacallits that be there e.g. you can break your neighbor, hoppy hoppy, thin stickleback legs, ouchy ouchy, smash their window.
Birds got mass. 8-)
Moreover, I think maths would agree with this point of view, because me and maths (maths an I!) are good mates. We get on well, dress well, and fell down a well.
I remember reading once.
Once, twice, three times a lady, upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, in the early bird, mathematicians salivated over the existence of wormholes as a catch for wiggerly waves. You just can't catch 'em. Wiggerly waves. You just can't catch 'em.
But you got to catch 'em all. Pokémon.
Mathematicians promptly whipped out their calculators and Whabang! Detective Esther to the rescue. You just can't catch her.
In other wordibobs, the whole shebang of existence in mathematics is based on calculating the number of whathaveyous on the dujamaflip, and Bob's got your sixpence. You just can't catch him.
Therefore, [i]mathematically[/I] speaking, God exists.
Anyway, to elucidate, a shoal of flamingos ''exist'' because there be a ''number'' of birdy-lookin' whatchamacallits that be there e.g. you can break your neighbor, hoppy hoppy, thin stickleback legs, ouchy ouchy, smash their window.
Birds got mass. 8-)
Moreover, I think maths would agree with this point of view, because me and maths (maths an I!) are good mates. We get on well, dress well, and fell down a well.
I remember reading once.
Once, twice, three times a lady, upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, in the early bird, mathematicians salivated over the existence of wormholes as a catch for wiggerly waves. You just can't catch 'em. Wiggerly waves. You just can't catch 'em.
But you got to catch 'em all. Pokémon.
Mathematicians promptly whipped out their calculators and Whabang! Detective Esther to the rescue. You just can't catch her.
In other wordibobs, the whole shebang of existence in mathematics is based on calculating the number of whathaveyous on the dujamaflip, and Bob's got your sixpence. You just can't catch him.
Therefore, [i]mathematically[/I] speaking, God exists.
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Strawman. I'm simply following your trail of [s]thought[/s] blood.
I'll repeat my question: what be the difference between the [I]belief[/I] of a raven and a [I]real[/I] writing desk itself?
I [i]am[/I] the mods. They even wrote a songs about me:
[I]Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeaaaeeyee am the mods[/I]
Whatshisface explains the cogent underlining wedgejelly underwhich maths number. Number again and again, stop for a moment to flipaboutface and number again.
Ergoinmynose Glob exits.