William Lane Craig and CosmicSkeptic Discuss The Kalam Cosmological Argument

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Behold how the matter is intelligently discussed by mathematically informed persons in good faith.

 

[Hollie]

Behold how religious belief is arbitrary and capricious.

 

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Behold how the matter is intelligently discussed by mathematically informed persons in good faith.

Kalam means talk or speech in Arabic.

 

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Kalam means talk or speech in Arabic.

Yes, that's its literal meaning in Arabic, but its formal meaning in Islamic scholarship is "the word" (or "the argument"). In this context, kalam is the collective term used to denote the discourse of theistic apologetics, i.e., "the body of arguments proper regarding the existence of God".

 

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Behold how religious belief is arbitrary and capricious.

A chorus of crickets roll their eyes
And dance beneath the cloudy skies.

 

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Kalam means talk or speech in Arabic.

Yes, that's its literal meaning in Arabic, but its formal meaning in Islamic scholarship is "the word" (or "the argument"). In this context, kalam is the collective term used to denote the discourse of theistic apologetics, i.e., "the body of arguments proper regarding the existence of God".

We used to say Wajid Kalam meaning too much talk...in every day usage.

 

[Hollie]

Behold how religious belief is arbitrary and capricious.

A chorus of crickets roll their eyes
And dance beneath the cloudy skies.

Did you steal that from William Lane Craig?

 

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Did you steal that from William Lane Craig?

I have stood naked, caught inside a crystal jar—
Trapped inside the frozen moment, trapped inside the silent pause,
Surrounded by a lethal ring of faces;
Have stood mute in bewildered indecision—the simmering flush

of sudden, unshed tears behind the stupid smile.​

When I’m standing inches tall and shrinking,
When my throat is clogged with cobwebs,
When my sluggish steps turn into miles and miles—
What shall I say to the man, with the withering sneer, standing by the open door?

 

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We used to say Wajid Kalam meaning too much talk...in every day usage.

Yeah, well, the context here is not colloquial, but formal, namely, the discourse of theistic apologetics.

 

[Hollie]

Did you steal that from William Lane Craig?

I have stood naked, caught inside a crystal jar—
Trapped inside the frozen moment, trapped inside the silent pause,
Surrounded by a lethal ring of faces;
Have stood mute in bewildered indecision—the simmering flush

of sudden, unshed tears behind the stupid smile.​

When I’m standing inches tall and shrinking,
When my throat is clogged with cobwebs,
When my sluggish steps turn into miles and miles—
What shall I say to the man, with the withering sneer, standing by the open door?

Your creepy sexual fantasies are disturbing. Do you share these with William Lane Craig?

 

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Your creepy sexual fantasies are disturbing. Do you share these with William Lane Craig?

I have seen the painted lips that frame the smiles

across the smoke-filled room;​

Have heard the music—the laughter!—that mingles

with the cloying scent of cheap perfume.​

I have romanced the evening’s glow and sated its spineless flowers;
Have stumbled from dark and sordid keeps—
A beer in one hand, a pretty fräulein in the other.
Soft, ripe breasts can swell my lust or soothe my rest . . .
Thighs that sway ‘neath a breathless wisp of silk or spread on satin sheets.

 

[Hollie]

Your creepy sexual fantasies are disturbing. Do you share these with William Lane Craig?

I have seen the painted lips that frame the smiles

across the smoke-filled room;​

Have heard the music—the laughter!—that mingles

with the cloying scent of cheap perfume.​

I have romanced the evening’s glow and sated its spineless flowers;
Have stumbled from dark and sordid keeps—
A beer in one hand, a pretty fräulein in the other.
Soft, ripe breasts can swell my lust or soothe my rest . . .
Thighs that sway ‘neath a breathless wisp of silk or spread on satin sheets.

I’m afraid you have this site confused with your online dating service webpage.

 

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I’m afraid you have this site confused with your online dating service webpage.

And I have known the scorn of Woman, the sting of unrequited love;
Have watched her smiling eyes sink into pools of contempt.
I have cursed the passing of those quintessential moments

when a word or touch was lost,​

And my keening heart—wounded by a thousand shards of glass—
Has stumbled through the daze of days and the wane

of bitter, sleepless nights.​

 

[Hollie]

I’m afraid you have this site confused with your online dating service webpage.

And I have known the scorn of Woman, the sting of unrequited love;
Have watched her smiling eyes sink into pools of contempt.
I have cursed the passing of those quintessential moments

when a word or touch was lost,​

And my keening heart—wounded by a thousand shards of glass—
Has stumbled through the daze of days and the wane

of bitter, sleepless nights.​

Do you send this stuff to William Lane Craig, also? Oddly, I would be curious to know if what you write here is what he sends to you.

 

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Do you send this stuff to William Lane Craig, also? Oddly, I would be curious to know if what you write here is what he sends to you.

And after all the medicinal blather, the commiserations;
After all the drunken sleeps;
After the blood that flows from Private altars, the tear stains;
After all the moral leaps;
After all the feigned disclosures . . . the crickets, the withered leaves;
After all the tedious echoes, the teaspoons, the broken jars;
After all the banalities . . . that flow from the lips flickering on the parlor walls:
What shall I say to the woman with the lustrous shrug and the censorious eyes?