Robin Reardon

Ty, my boy, here’s what you tell them. Say it quietly, and sincerely, and like it’s the most important thing anyone ever uttered. Tell them, ‘Jesus loves you. But I’m his favorite.

Ty, my boy, here’s what you tell them. Say it quietly, and sincerely, and like it’s the most important thing anyone ever uttered. Tell them, ‘Jesus loves you. But I’m his favorite.

– Robin Reardon –

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There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is also a philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophy is called blindness. To set up a theory that lacks a source of truth is an excellent example of blind assurance. And the odd part of it is the haughty air of superiority and compassion assumed toward the philosophy that sees God, by this philosophy that has to grope its way. It makes one think of a mole exclaiming, “How I pity them with their sun!” There are, we know, illustrious and powerful atheists; with them, the matter is nothing but a question of definitions, and at all events, even if they do not believe in God, they prove God, because they are great minds. We hail, in them, the philosophers, while, at the same time, inexorably disputing their philosophy.

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