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Learning doesn't necessarily have to occur in tiny increments. What you may be thinking of is the process of disciplined learning.

I thought you said His power was limited by a budget. How can something that's infinite be limited (finite)?

It wasn't me who claimed Socrates was an "impractical egghead".

Socrates would like a word with you.

Brutal!

Circular reasoning.

Well, ya know, it's spirchal, so it's more like Astroboy. Go! Go! Go! Astroboy!

Description: "In this radical critique of his own academic specialty, biblical scholar Hector Avalos calls for an end to biblical studies. He outlines two main arguments for this surprising conclusion. First, academic biblical scholarship has clearly succeeded in showing that the ancient civilization that produced the Bible held beliefs about the origin, nature, and purpose of the world and humanity that are fundamentally opposed to the views of modern society. The Bible is thus largely irrelevant to the needs and concerns of contemporary human beings. Second, Avalos criticizes his colleagues for applying a variety of flawed and specious techniques aimed at maintaining the illusion that the Bible is still relevant in today's world. In effect, he accuses his profession of being more concerned about its self-preservation than about giving an honest account of its own findings to the general public and faith communities. In a controversial conclusion, Avalos argues that our world is best served by leaving the Bible as a relic of an ancient civilization instead of the "living" document most religionist scholars believe it should be. He urges his colleagues to concentrate on educating the broader society to recognize the irrelevance and even violent effects of the Bible in modern life."

This is why "word studies" can be the bane of understanding. You can't simply substitute one word for another like deciphering a code. It's why you sometimes find product instructions that have been translated with laughably disastrous results. To further complicate the matter, spoken languages often differ from written languages, sometimes in profound ways that can only be understood in light of cultural nuances. I think, in some ways, what we did with these study aids is a bit like what people do today when they use the internet to self-diagnose a medical condition...sometimes correctly, often times not. Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools.... "Epitaph" (Peter Sinfield)

Rosamunde premiered in 1823, long before the 20th century. Not that it matters, though.

Yeah, it's right up there with George Gershwin and Rachmaninov.

I DON'T CARE WHAT WIERWILLE TAUGHT YOU, UNLEARN THAT... SHTUFF.

Having spent quite some time in the water industry, I'm well aware of what sulfur smells like. You'd be amazed at what people are willing to tolerate when their survival is in jeopardy.

Are you aware that brimstones can be burned? Is it possible that, over time, people simply collected what was in the open and readily available to use as a source of heat? I don't know that to be the case but it certainly falls within the realm of possibility.

Here's some information regarding meteor air bursts. (Bolides) The sulfur balls found at S & G are consistent with what is known about airburst debris. As to the location of debris: No one really knows with pinpoint accuracy exactly where the cities stood. We do know they existed, though, because there is evidence of a vast civilization of possibly tens of thousands that was almost instantly destroyed. As a side note: Science has ruled out both seismic and volcanic activity as a cause.

When a meteor strikes the earth, it leaves a crater at the point of impact. There is no crater at Sodom and Gomorrah. That's because the surface wasn't struck by a meteor. It exploded before it reached the surface, probably 2 or 3 miles above the earth. When this happens it causes what's called a cosmic airburst. On average, airbursts of this magnitude happen about once every thousand years, though as recently as 1908 a rather large one occurred in Siberia. Dozens of small meteors enter our atmosphere every day. Most burn up in the atmosphere, but a small percentage of them make it all the way to Earth's surface.

I fixed that for you.

Here is another memorable scene. (She has to count to 5 before she can enter a room.)

As a musician,did you notice she still couldn't synch with the rhythm? It made me chuckle.

We sure do love ya.

Has anyone seen the Netflix series Extraordinary Attorney Woo? It's about a (fictional) young lady who, despite her struggles with being on the autism spectrum, grows up to become a highly competent attorney. The original language is Korean, so it may not be everyone's cup of tea. It has English subtitles, of course. It also has first rate English dubbing, though my personal preference is the original language with subtitles, as the Korean language has a beauty all its own, even if you don't understand it. She is obsessed with whales, knows all about them and often escapes the stresses of life by listening to whale song recordings with her headphones to immerse herself in their world. The character is portrayed by world class actress Park Eun Bin, whose 26 year acting career enabled her to avoid stereotypical pitfalls. It's jam packed with nuance. Despite graduating at the top of her class at the prestigious Seoul National University Law School and acing the bar exam, she struggles with life's simple tasks like negotiating revolving doors, as seen in THIS clip. Side note: (52 Blue).

When I was in what must have been about the second grade or so, I heard something about how diamonds were made. Of course, the explanation was tailored for the understanding of a wide eyed 7 year old boy, filled with wonder of all things scientific. Something about coal and heat and pressure. It sounded like magic. So, along with the kid who lived two houses down the street and was every bit as intrigued as me, I descended deliberately down the stairs that led to the coal cellar and scooped up a handful of what I was sure were potential diamonds. We found some old burlap scraps and tied them up into a makeshift parcel, as tight as we could so they would be tightly squeezed. We took some old twine and hung that parcel from the sunny side of the big maple tree that stood guard over my house. And we waited. And waited. And waited. We desperately wanted those old lumps of coal to somehow become shiny gems. Well, after what seemed like an eternity to a couple of 7 year old boys, curiosity got the best of us and we opened the parcel. Imagine our disappointment in finding nothing had changed. And so, my friends, the 1942 promise, along with PFAL, is a bit like the contents of that parcel we so tightly wrapped and placed where the heat of the sun could work its magic. Go ahead. Open it up. Look at it closely. Look at it from different angles. Look at it up close and from across the room. Nothing will change. It's still just a couple of lumps of coal, unable to transform into much of anything of real value. edit: If the parcel fits, you must...uhmm...something.

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I bid you peace and happiness, wherever your time traveling may take you.

Film at 11:00! The suspense is killing me./s