Atheist-Theist Summit turns out to be a bummer. Truth resigns, vows to rethink strategy.
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Following up on the last report on the Atheist-Theist Conference, we now provide you with the remaining details.
After the big mushroom cloud explosion annihilated the small perspectives of all those in the hall (and at the same time opened them up to larger perspectives), there was a lull after which we hoped for something of a conference to follow. When the explosion had done its work, the open minds led to further confusion - but this was because the minds were opened. You could make out the difference. The delegates spoke more sense - just that they didn't make too much more sense as you would think they should have with the way they seemed to be enlightened by the mushroom cloud.
What seemed to slowly emerge was interesting. As the arguments from both sides built up (the ones you could hear clearly) tranches, armoury and weapons et al, development of minds became obvious. The theists pounded that only possibilities held very life in its hands. The atheists tried to hammer that point back stressing on the impossibility of the possibilities. "Such pessimists," cried back the theists, "what ever happened to the joy of hope, or even the hope for any hope at all of hope? Life is not even that much look-forward-worthy?"
Not to take defeat lightly, the atheists upped their defense. "Ha! Hope is as flimsy as belief. In this world, you only get what you see. If it can't be proven, it ain't there. If it ain't there, you shouldn't be talking about it! Hmph!" The theists pfft!ed right back, almost about to do a slight arrogant, slightly obnoxious jig while at it, but the atheists would have none of that.
In a swift move, they brought out the real weapon they were hiding inside. Small little MIB-like gadgets, each one opened up in swift motion to unveil a grand array of advanced age bullet hole-like ends. As if they were trained to do this all their life, with no external coordination, letters and numbers spewed from each bullet hole-like ends. In what was an amazing coordination, they arranged themselves in equations, diagrams and structures to lead on to other equations, diagrams and structures.
The theists pfft!ed back even more. "Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions," they spewed back. "Well, what would you do without them?," screamed back the atheists when they were able to recognise what was being said over and over the swooshing of hologramic numbers and letters in the air. "Obviously much more than hide behind them. They only open the window. They don't close it!," the theists retorted. "You fiction folk! At least we have a real story we can prove. You fancy keeping-the-window-open-people-crazy you!" And on they went...
In the midst of all this, Truth resigned. It did so with a heavy heart keeping the burden, vowing to evermore vindicate itself, in all its supreme being. As the two opposing parties of delegates fought over their views, it quietly left the building, with but one remark to reporters outside who were waiting for the outcome of the summit. It said, with a big smile, "See you soon," pointing decisively the camera, possible implying that it was going to rework its strategy to a more personal tone. Just as it said that, the fringe groups who were waiting for an opportune moment to break the ice over the mini-war that had erupted, called out to Truth. It stopped, graciously signalled for them to follow while the reporters rushed inside to get whatever juice they could for the morning headline.
Following up on the last report on the Atheist-Theist Conference, we now provide you with the remaining details.
After the big mushroom cloud explosion annihilated the small perspectives of all those in the hall (and at the same time opened them up to larger perspectives), there was a lull after which we hoped for something of a conference to follow. When the explosion had done its work, the open minds led to further confusion - but this was because the minds were opened. You could make out the difference. The delegates spoke more sense - just that they didn't make too much more sense as you would think they should have with the way they seemed to be enlightened by the mushroom cloud.
What seemed to slowly emerge was interesting. As the arguments from both sides built up (the ones you could hear clearly) tranches, armoury and weapons et al, development of minds became obvious. The theists pounded that only possibilities held very life in its hands. The atheists tried to hammer that point back stressing on the impossibility of the possibilities. "Such pessimists," cried back the theists, "what ever happened to the joy of hope, or even the hope for any hope at all of hope? Life is not even that much look-forward-worthy?"
Not to take defeat lightly, the atheists upped their defense. "Ha! Hope is as flimsy as belief. In this world, you only get what you see. If it can't be proven, it ain't there. If it ain't there, you shouldn't be talking about it! Hmph!" The theists pfft!ed right back, almost about to do a slight arrogant, slightly obnoxious jig while at it, but the atheists would have none of that.
In a swift move, they brought out the real weapon they were hiding inside. Small little MIB-like gadgets, each one opened up in swift motion to unveil a grand array of advanced age bullet hole-like ends. As if they were trained to do this all their life, with no external coordination, letters and numbers spewed from each bullet hole-like ends. In what was an amazing coordination, they arranged themselves in equations, diagrams and structures to lead on to other equations, diagrams and structures.
The theists pfft!ed back even more. "Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions," they spewed back. "Well, what would you do without them?," screamed back the atheists when they were able to recognise what was being said over and over the swooshing of hologramic numbers and letters in the air. "Obviously much more than hide behind them. They only open the window. They don't close it!," the theists retorted. "You fiction folk! At least we have a real story we can prove. You fancy keeping-the-window-open-people-crazy you!" And on they went...
In the midst of all this, Truth resigned. It did so with a heavy heart keeping the burden, vowing to evermore vindicate itself, in all its supreme being. As the two opposing parties of delegates fought over their views, it quietly left the building, with but one remark to reporters outside who were waiting for the outcome of the summit. It said, with a big smile, "See you soon," pointing decisively the camera, possible implying that it was going to rework its strategy to a more personal tone. Just as it said that, the fringe groups who were waiting for an opportune moment to break the ice over the mini-war that had erupted, called out to Truth. It stopped, graciously signalled for them to follow while the reporters rushed inside to get whatever juice they could for the morning headline.
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