Claiming that there is a part of our brain that can give us an experience of God is proof that there is no God is like saying that a telephone in your house proves that there is nobody except you alive in the world.
Claiming that there is a part of our brain that can give us an experience of God is proof that there is no God is like saying that a telephone in your house proves that there is nobody except you alive in the world.
My right temporal lobe is telling me that this guy is full of s**t.
I think that means that shit doesn’t exist, DC. Which is obviously untrue as I’m always in the shit or up to my neck in it. I also understand that you can get some real good shit from a man in the pub down the road.