Your putrid supernatural creationism.
The fallacies - you're believing in.
"The Universe is not fine-tuned to life;
life is fine-tuned to the Universe."
Feel comfortable with your imaginary friends.
Puddle thinking.
Reassuring concepts so convenient.
Toxic mental medicine filling the existential void.
You cannot a**ume the position.
Anchored in a volcanic rock.
Speeding across the cosmos.
Supreme Architect of the Universe... HA HA HA!
Nothing comes from nothing.
Nothing comes from nothing.
You cannot a**ume the position.
Anchored in a volcanic rock.
An eternal cosmos with no beginning, nor end.
The fallacies - you're believing in.
"The Universe is not fine-tuned to life;
life is fine-tuned to the Universe."
Feel comfortable with your imaginary friends.
Puddle thinking.
Reassuring concepts so convenient.
Toxic mental medicine filling the existential void.
You cannot a**ume the position.
Anchored in a volcanic rock.
Speeding across the cosmos.
Supreme Architect of the Universe... HA HA HA!
Nothing comes from nothing.
Nothing comes from nothing.
You cannot a**ume the position.
Anchored in a volcanic rock.
An eternal cosmos with no beginning, nor end.