And now I present to you.... <b>THE MR. & MRS. PAPER STORY!!!</B>
** this was a little motivational talk I got from my ex, Danny. He goes to a Baptist Church. When I was with him he wanted me to go as well. I went, but I never believed. Still don't believe really. I tend to hold to the "Stigmata" theory, that God (or whatever) is all around us and that we shouldn't have to go to a church to converse with yonder almighty. If I felt like it I could have a chat with God (basically me talking to myself) right here in my chair.
I know that they say that people go to church so that they can understand the Bible, or whatever religious text they read. But I think that if you actually take the time to read the thing, and take it in your own way, then you can't be any more wrong then some guy who was taught by some other guy, etc. We shouldn't have to be told what to think... we should just think it ourselves. I may have missed the whole "free will" thing, but I thought that we were given free will so that we could make our own decisions.
Anyway, on to the Mr. & Mrs. Paper Story. I'll be adding in some of the comments I made that day, just to give you an idea of how willing I was to be converted**
It all started on afternoon when Danny was trying to get to me go to church with him on Sunday. I asked him why I should go, and he said because I would get to commune with God or some such thing. I told him "I don't believe in God. He's never done anything to prove himself to me, so why should I believe? I don't understand God because I have never seen God."
So Danny get's all high and mighty and begins the Mr. & Mrs. Paper shpeel.
"No one sees God in the same way. Here, let me try to explain. Imagine that you and I are these pieces of paper, Mr. & Mrs. Paper."
"oooo... we're married now? Cool!!!"
"No... just let me say this. Try to pay attention"
"Now say I'm God."
"okay, you're God. But wait, does that mean I have to worship you?"
"you're making this really hard"
"hehehe, sorry. Continue please, oh divine one *snicker*"
"*sigh* Okay so I'm God. Now when I put my finger on Mr. Paper, because he is only 2 dimensional, he only sees a circle."
"okay I understand... so God is a circle. But then wouldn't we all look like circles?"
"Will you stop joking around???"
"(L) Okay okay, I'll stop.........Whatever you wish, oh Great One. *snicker*"
**** just on a side note, I say stuff like that to my friends all the time when they start getting all high and mighty. I once spent 15 minutes being a "submissive little girl" for Koi because he told me to stop doing something****
"Urg, okay... so I put my finger here on Mr. Paper and..."
"You poked his eye out!!! You're an evil evil God!!!"
"So I put my finger here and all he sees is a circle. But if I put 2 fingers on Mrs. Paper..."
"hehehe, you're fingering Mrs. Paper. I don't think Mr. Paper would like that."
"ARG! So I put 2 fingers on Mrs. Paper, and she sees me, God, as 2 circles. I have more dimensions than either Mr. or Mrs. Paper, so each of them only sees part of me, but never the whole thing. That's why you don't understand God the way I do. It's because you are seeing 2 circles, and I am seeing one."
** Now this is a great way to explain why we all see God in a different way. It just doesn't work on someone who doesn't believe in God in the first place, and who has a sarcastic sense of humour.**
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