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Originally Posted by boxcar
First, I have posted no prediction. That is your venue. Cosmologists have made a calculation with respect to the life of the sun (and thereby the life of the earth). How do you not understand that the fuel in a star is finite, and that in approximately 5 billion years, we all fry? Well we'll be long gone, but whoever is there.
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Well....many people don't understand what your cosmologists do. Take our resident scientist, for example. He believes the universe is eternal.
I, on the other hand, do understand the universe is finite -- had a beginning and will have an end. However, I don't believe it will be as predicted by your cosmologists.
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You have such trouble comprehending. I said we can't tell when we might destroy the earth through war or environmental poisoning, or some other catastrophe. That has nothing to do with the end of the yellow sun.
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That is not what you wrote. ONCE AGAIN:
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Nobody knows when the end will come, but the sun goes to a red giant in five billion years. I'm thinking that might just be the time to start worrying about the end.
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Doesn't look like you were concerned with environmental poisoning, wars or any other catastrophe. Seems to me that you have difficulty comprehending your own posts!
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Hey, maybe Superman is faster than the speed of light. Or the Flash. Or the Starship Enterprise. What these things have in common with your assertion is that they are fables, fairy tales, not real. We're talking about things in the tangible world. You can send us all a sign from the hereafter letting us know just how fast God is. I sure don't remember the Bible documenting any footraces between Jesus and your regular humans.
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What assertion? That the Creator is infinitely greater than anything he created, including light and it's speed? God isn't real? God is a fable?
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It's probably my fault for writing things over your head.
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I think your real fault is that you write things over your own head and you wind up drowning in your own buffoonery.
Enjoy your evening, sir.
