The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
I have a reread of the dialogue. Why did it fail? Maybe, the spirit is referring to the whole 2012 Olympic Games which will not be completed because of the advent of the world war. There are two Wednesday in it – 08-01 and 08-08. The first Wednesday, 08-01, has come and gone. No war. So we are just left with one, 08-08. I believe that this is it, 08-08, when the world war will start and so, the Closing Ceremony with four days to go will not be held. The 2012 Olympic Games will really not be completed. What do you think of it? The stop point is the 2012 Olympic Games in London. So no more moving of the goal posts.
Yes, you have re-read the "evidence", and you have come up, yet again, with the answer that you wanted. You have done this over and over again since June 11 when you started this thread.
I have come to know you in the past several weeks. Your view of the world is filtered through an extraordinary set of lenses which you have crafted, deliberately and at hefty personal expenditure of mind and energy, over more than two decades. Biblical prophecy, numerology, astrology, the Ouija board, meaningful coincidence, reincarnation, channeling, Nostradamus, and the I Ching are all mounted together within a magical WooTube
TM that can refract disparate information into any unified fantasy that you desire. But that merging of light is an illusion. The "information" beams converge at a particular point only because you wish them to.
And where
is that point? At the annihilation of most of humankind. According to you, two-thirds of us will not survive World War III, which is imminent at the hands of an invisible army of 200,000,000 Chinese. You continue to believe this and have posted multiple little news links, feebly attempting to make the threat real to us. You warn us to prepare for the horrors of nuclear war. You want us to buy draft guards, and to seal our homes with duct tape.
You want us to shut out the real light. And you are frustrated because we refuse to do so.
We have come to know you. But you do not understand us at all. On this thread, dozens of skeptics have posted--on history, on astronomy, on biology and physics. Above all, skeptics have posted here about logic. You have attempted to counter our solid evidence with mystical toys, and you have failed even to dent our rational view of the world. Your imaginary nukes don't scare us any more than poblob14's squirrel does.
You complain that mankind is "asleep" and incessantly at odds with a deity whose gentle means of correction involve drought, earthquakes, three-eyed babies, and birds which fall from the sky. Well, yes, humans do argue and war with each other. Our planet does suffer occasionally from catastrophes and weird events. But you have failed to demonstrate that any of this is caused by a god, or by our "failure" to listen to him.
And you obdurately shut your eyes to the wonders that surround you. The 2012 Olympics have given you the chance to see people competing at the highest level, on rivers and running tracks and grassy fields, in pools and gymnasia and high platforms, and even on the glittering sea. You may have watched some of this, but you don't seem to grasp what it is that you are looking at. These are live pictures of humans coming together to create beauty, which they have offered to all of us in celebration of being human.
And yet, for you, somehow, in some wildly arcane way, the Games
still are not
really taking place.
Numerous skeptics on this Forum have encouraged you to spend time in the sunshine, where you might learn to appreciate more of this world, and to yearn a little less for its destruction. You have ignored us, and clasped your WooTube
TM ever closer to your heart. You
want us to expire at the hands of your god.
That desire is a great evil--and it comes from your failure to love humanity and our myriad possibilities.
You won't listen to me. Perhaps you can hear the message spun by Yeats:
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
