Hello, Mr. Creationist

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Uploader's note: I didn't write this but... Wtf is this? An 'I owned you in a debate' creepypasta?

Tainted creationist. Honestly, we can't agree on anything. You seem to not want to research scientific anomaly. It would be as if you have conjured science up among the work of Satan himself in your world. I cannot argue with a creationist, because they always seem to be right about everything. Good luck being right about everything, because without doubt, you'll have a very fallaciously fulfilling life.

I for one will continue doubting refutable divinities in the attire of this horribly devoid world we have. It's a shame we share the same western world, you would think we are on two very separate ends of this metaphorical spectrum of sorts, you would consider me an asymptote to your unfalliable intellect. But you and I are not very different; we have the same rights, the same feelings. We just choose to think differently, I mean, on this short term it wouldn't mean anything. But in the long run, although all your wit, valor, and beauty, the dogmatic rule of the Vatican to the monarchy of the British Empire, will lay to rest in the void of the largest manipulation, ultimately the most relentlessly believed death cult history might have to recollect. That's if we last that long.

On my purpose, I'll awaken whatever my derelict obtuse mind to yours can offer. Whatever sheathes the world into a longer lasting environment so we can find out more about this amazingly strange full of life universe. The space in which to put earths mark on, well, that's the only patriotic feel I could share with you. But this, in contradiction to my rejection of belief, is my only faith, faith in this humanity so very few of us desperately cling on to. The flamboyant ways of my otherwise unintelligent demeanour brings me to think, actually, our mere existence is meaningless, our life and time here will live and die just as the dinosaurs and in-between stages before us, our history may be recovered, and it also may not. But give enough time, enough generation rule, everything that has ever happened on earth will never be heard of anywhere in space. Our very pallet of existence will cease to be. Much alike, many would say, millions of other life bearing planets somewhere in the cosmos.

Be glad of your consciousness, but don't thank any divine omnipotent being who is infatuated with the illiterate sand dwellers of the ancient times.

Use your consciousness to its fullest, it may well be the only time you have. Engage in science, learn, think, doubt, never underestimate the power of doubt. Love, as the endorphins allow you to, oh holy one.

Do not simply apply your existence for some falsifiable reward. Ultimately, do not live to die, oh intelligent one.

Live to live. Live to learn. But most of all doubt, because it may bloody well get you places, and teach you things, you would never have begun to imagine were possible. Well, on your terms anyway, Mr. Creationist.

We stopped dreaming, but it's time we started. Farewell, and may your teapot, be forever calling my kettle black.



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