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Ontologist

By craig2

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My six year old son told me God came out of a crack in the core of the earth, spread himself over its surface creating trees, grass, animals - then continued throughout the universe on his trek to be part of everything. He told me he believed that when we die we entered a dimension, probably in a different time, where God was still busy creating new worlds, making himself part of it. I think he is probably right and much wiser than most I have spoken to about it lately. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Jan 18 2002 08:24 AM PST   0 • 10

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