Random Thought on the Flood

[thesometimesaint]

 

Surely, God could have caused birds to fly with their bones made of solid gold, with their veins full of quicksilver, with their flesh heavier than lead, and with their wings exceedingly small. He did not, and that ought to show something. It is only in order to shield your ignorance that you put the Lord at every turn to the refuge of a miracle.
Galileo

SEE http://www.azquotes.com/quote/1072023

Edited January 7, 2016 by thesometimesaint
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[Zakuska]

On 1/6/2016 at 10:28 PM, The Nehor said:

And how did the fresh water fish survive?

They didn't need to.  According to the narative.  Fesh water flowed down from the sky and covered the land and poored into the sea.

 

[thesometimesaint]

4 minutes ago, Zakuska said:

They didn't need to.  According to the narative.  Fesh water flowed down from the sky and covered the land and poored into the sea.

 

 

What happens when you add  fresh water to salty water?

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[Zakuska]

On 1/6/2016 at 10:28 PM, The Nehor said:

 

14 minutes ago, thesometimesaint said:

What happens when you add  fresh water to salty water?

Your thinking of a bath tub model again.

It didn't "rain" salt Water.

This is what the text depicts.

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Edited January 7, 2016 by Zakuska

[thesometimesaint]

12 minutes ago, Zakuska said:

Your thinking of a bath tub model again.

It didn't "rain" salt Water.

 

 

SEE https://victoriaiskak.wordpress.com/2014/08/18/we-are-a-mote-of-dust-suspended-in-a-sunbeam/

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”S

SEE Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot : A Vision of the Human Future in Space

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