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Politics : Should God be replaced? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: LLCF who wrote (22690)	10/22/2005 11:54:28 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 28931

"Then you can't speak of them or write about them" NONSENSE. People can write all they want about imaginary things. You can start with "LORD OF THE RINGS"--and continue for a few million other books. "Yea, like I said, I wouldn't give you a nickle for some parts of the Old Testiment or Revelations." Why is that? "I have ideas about the meaning of hell in general" Ideas from where??

To: LLCF who wrote (22690)	10/23/2005 6:11:07 AM
From: 2MAR$	Respond to of 28931

The Hippopotamus Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo. S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos. And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans. THE BROAD-BACKED hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud; Although he seems so firm to us He is merely flesh and blood. Flesh and blood is weak and frail, 5 Susceptible to nervous shock; While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock. The hippo’s feeble steps may err In compassing material ends, 10 While the True Church need never stir To gather in its dividends. The ’potamus can never reach The mango on the mango-tree; But fruits of pomegranate and peach 15 Refresh the Church from over sea. At mating time the hippo’s voice Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God. 20 The hippopotamus’s day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way— The Church can sleep and feed at once. I saw the ’potamus take wing 25 Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas. Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold, 30 Among the saints he shall be seen Performing on a harp of gold. He shall be washed as white as snow, By all the martyr’d virgins kist, While the True Church remains below 35 Wrapt in the old miasmal mist. PS: there is "only one son of god" , and "only one prophet" trust me , you can have it both ways , but I am only a casual observer.