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The Battle of Fort Bragg (Free verse) by Dovina

I used to stand on grassy bluff of Fort Bragg’s ragged coast, observing the battlefield below— angry water versus steadfast land. Being young and full of motion, I sided with the sea. Attack was always quenched back then by strength of solid rock. Still I cheered the young and angry sea, and still it pounded. After many battles passed, some broken rocks, a lot of motion, I came again to grassy bluff, and looked from different view. Now memory moved, met solid desire, armies under different flags. Where before the rock was winning, the sea was breaking through. Gentle rolls still swelled in shallows near the shore, then toppled hard against the cliff. Resistance waned in longer view, Some rocks had slid away. Memory kept rolling in, breaking stone, dissolving need, taking it off in painful bits to spread beneath the sea.

zodiac 10-Apr-06/1:40 PM
You don't need to comprehend how scientifically he did it. I can comprehend a God that can make something out of nothing. I can. It's easy. God thinks, let there be light, and there's light. If he thought, let there be a cupcake, there'd be a cupcake. Poof, like on TV. If there's God, he doesn't have to do things scientifically.

Another difference between us is that you SIMPLY DEFINE GOD AS INCOMPREHENSIBLE, and then use that definition to show there is a God who's incomprehensible. Out of all the possible Gods, there are certainly more than a few who are totally comprehensible. The evidence that God is incomprehensible simply isn't there. If I were an eternal being, say, I might decided to create some matter and form it in shapes and put people on them and test them for "good" or "evil" and reward the good ones. Hell, I practically DO -- I have an ant farm. Would I be incomprehensible? No. By Dovina's standard, I wouldn't even be incomprehensible to the ants.




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