If I haven't made myself clear, this worrisome chain of events describes the game of the nineteenth century.
It is effectively BBC policy to ignore climate change sceptics.
When someone changes your face, it's really shocking and scary.
You have to be self-reliant and strong to survive in this town. Otherwise you will be destroyed.
Nothing is demonstrable, unless the contrary implies a contradiction. Nothing, that is distinctly conceivable, implies a contradiction. Whatever we conceive as existent, we can also conceive as non-existent. There is no being, therefore, whose non-existence implies a contradiction. Consequently there is no being, whose existence is demonstrable.
I find that when people haven't found God and do not know the new birth and the Spirit is not on them, yet they have the ancient impulse to worship something. If they're not educated they kill a chicken and put a funny thing on their head and dance around. If they are educated they write poetry.