Why so many Gods? Belly-Not been debated? Not for want of trying mate.

Our(mans) ability to conceptualise god/s and creation has been dependent on time and place, culture and our understanding of our world. The different answers do not invalidate the possibility of a god or of gods, of a supreme being.

Dogma and insistence on a fixed truth do religion no good at all. When enquiry gets supplanted by big A Authority we get a mess. And that goes for both sides, or all sides of the debate.

Maybe the next question to ponder is 'what do religions have in common'? An everlasting? They differentiate between life and matter ie the spirit?, the belief that existence could be better?

This has been a good thread Belly. Thanks, keep on keeping on.

Our local Catholic priest told me this joke today at the pub:

A nun is washing statue of the Vestal Virgin, when she accidentally dropped it and it smashed to pieces.

"Bugger", she said.

"S#*t", she said, "I've sworn in front of the Vestal Virgin".

"F*#k", she said, "I never wanted be a nun anyway".

He reckons that's his favourite joke. Go figure.

Yes we have managed to talk without war and that is good.
A secrete, maybe better of not saying it, but truth has value.
This last week I lost my best mate, skeeta, you may have seen me talk of her.
A little mini foxy she indeed was my best mate, as I stood by her garden grave I for a while I wondered to who I should talk.
BD you could have got me then! spoke however to skeeta.
And understand she lives only in my memorys as I one day will in others.

High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels she will not play,
but she sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says she,
"and when he comes he will call for me."

The other angels pass her by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And she watches them with a wistful eye
as she sits at the gates alone.
"But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me."

And her master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks her ears
and dreams that her master's voice she hears.

And when at last her master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel's bark.

Vale little dog Skeeta

Dickie thanks! wet key board and I am not kidding, she was my world ,still see her out of corner my eye.

But friend I always will, it however adds to the debate your fine
poem great as it is,
is after all morphine for my pain.
And framed and hanging on the wall near her place.
It would be so easy to except I would see her that way.
And I could give in so easily, but no harm meant nothing but praise for your effort I will not.

Just came here after reading the threads in general forum, most are about God.
We could if we wished have a million posts in such threads.
That maybe my whole point, re read my last few posts here and in a way they may make me look hard hearted.
But like all humans my heart swells at the beauty of life and nature, the mystery of it all.
I once remember used the Christian faith as my comfort blanket, was a Christian.
My life is no worse for it or for no longer believing .
I still think we each should harm no man ,any race , without reason.
That all humans are , or should be equal.
And hold nothing against the likes of BOAZ DAVID for his belief.
We are in chains in this debate, we just can not confront issues like why so many Gods?
Why are we divided by those different Gods?
Why would God who made us all let us grow to hate some of us?
The comforting blanket of God is easy to pull over my head but I question myself, am I better for it?