As an atheist, I would love to be proven wrong - that there’s a benevolent all-knowing entity who guarantees eternal life in meadows lush with rivers of milk and honey (throw in the 72 virgins while we’re at it). If there’s any one thing that even remotely has a chance of changing my mind to accept this fantasy, it is the thought of being reunited with my pets when I die.
I wonder if the sex slaves in heaven have souls? Also do they live as virgins until they are of an appropriate age for you? Are they some sort of angel clone? Or clones of humans who have lived before, or are still alive? Or are they bred for that task? Do they just appear when you’re horny? The logistics of god’s brothel is quite funny to think about. I guess they’re some magical hand-wavy entities of some sort. I mean, the same could also be said for god’s park areas. Who does the gardening? Maybe god does all of it. So those 72 virgins are god in a skin suit. Very theological.
As an atheist, I would love to be proven wrong - that there’s a benevolent all-knowing entity who guarantees eternal life in meadows lush with rivers of milk and honey (throw in the 72 virgins while we’re at it). If there’s any one thing that even remotely has a chance of changing my mind to accept this fantasy, it is the thought of being reunited with my pets when I die.
I wonder if the sex slaves in heaven have souls? Also do they live as virgins until they are of an appropriate age for you? Are they some sort of angel clone? Or clones of humans who have lived before, or are still alive? Or are they bred for that task? Do they just appear when you’re horny? The logistics of god’s brothel is quite funny to think about. I guess they’re some magical hand-wavy entities of some sort. I mean, the same could also be said for god’s park areas. Who does the gardening? Maybe god does all of it. So those 72 virgins are god in a skin suit. Very theological.