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doubleplus doublethink from minitrue!

An interesting exercise in doublethink.

 

Nothing is true. Because we know that nothing is true cannot be true unless it is false, we can state that nothing is true is false. The opposite of untruth is truth; therefore to find the truth, we must find the opposite of the untruth. Because pure and base untruth cannot contain any truth, and because there is nothing more devoid of everything than nothing, in order to find the most pregnant opposite of nothing, we must find a word that incorporates nothing less than the total opposite of nothing, which is everything. Therefore because everything is the completed opposite of nothing, and because the most truth must be a complete opposite of the most untruth – then the truth to counteract the untruth that nothing is true is to argue that everything is true. Therefore, because we know that nothing is true is false, then everything is true is true.

My Phone ate it…

I remember back when I was a kid, the typical excuse for why you were late, or didn’t do your homework, or forgot about something was “The dog ate the calendar”, “The Hamster ate the homework”, etc.

Today it seems in our day and age of connected gadgets and doohickeys; we are now turning to more sophisticated excuses.

For example; the most popular one in the white collar world of the Treo and Q’s and Blackberries is “My phone ate it”…

Bad Phone! Put that Calendar entry down! J

 

The Hardest Logic Puzzle in the World….


It’s been called the hardest logic puzzle in the world – it did take me a a while to solve it, without having any hints, clues, and never hearing of the puzzle before… It was a lot of fun…. See if you can figure it out (without cheating!). 🙂



Three gods A, B, and C are called, in some order, ‘True’,


‘False’, and ‘Random’. True always speaks truly, False always speaks


falsely, but whether Random speaks truly or falsely is a completely random


matter. Your task is to determine the identities of A, B, and C by asking


three yes-no questions; each question must be put to exactly one god. The


gods understand English, but will answer all questions in their own language,


in which the words for ‘yes’ and ‘no’ are ‘da’ and ‘ja’, in some order.


You do not know which word means which.



Can you solve it?



James – here is your equation for your number sequence…

Let x equal the last number in the sequence


Let (the function of) F(x-1) equal the number right before the last number in the sequence


let (the function of) F(x-2) qual the number before the number right before the last


Let a = ((x)-(F(x-1)))


Let b = ((F(x-1)))-((F(x-2))))


Let c = the position of x in the sequence


Let d and e be a place holder for calculations


Let f = the next number in the sequence



So the equation is:



(a-b)+c=d


(a-b)+d=e


x+e=f



I’m sure there is a much more elegant way to write this out, but when I laid down in bed last night it popped into my head right before I fell asleep, so I figured i’d post it as a blog – so you could see it once you added me as a friend…

The firing line…

I’m going over to UMF tomorrow night with Bill (the pastor @ our church). He has offered, in conjunction with 2 other evangelical Christians to sit on a panel to allow unbelievers to come ask their questions, their concerns, or even to attack (if they so choose) the historical Jesus and Christianity.


I can’t imagine putting myself on the firing line like that – it must take a lot of faithful expectations that God will provide the answers (And he indeed gave that promise to the apostles when they come before kings and rulers in authority – how much more so would he for the common people like you and I).


In knowing Bill, the purpose is not to argue, but it is to help expose people to Christ, that would normally never set foot in a Church.

A Tree

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.