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The Somersault of Thought into the Inconceivable
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This makes me further ponder on where evolution goes wrong and the essence of the complexity of the cells. When Darwin proposed his ludicrous ass-clown theory, it was believed that the cell was nothing more then just a blob of liquid(s). A jelly and that was it, but when microscopes become more powerful, apparently this little belief was knocked down because there was complexity in cells and it wasnt simply just some jelly. The structures within the cells were little machines with parts that made them up and they werent just little complex machines floating around, it was a complex system of complex machines working together to perform the function they are creating. The whole "system" is integrated. Evolution simply doesnt account to how it evolved on this molecular level but it becomes a much complex case then that, even though evolutionists will flat out lie and deny it and say that its not a problem at all.
I wonder to what essentially drives each individual machine to do what it does and how does it seem to know how to create the parts and fit them together? Each machine performs a function and where does it seem to get its information from to do seem to "know" what to do and how to do it? These machines just dont seem to go spitting out and doing whatever they want, sort of like releasing a bunch of wind up cars and letting them go wherever they go. Information must be passed and processed somehow. In order to create the parts, the knowledge must also come from somewhere. These machines just dont go up and running without a force and information center. Each individual machine and part has a function and something makes it go?
But I am contemplating with another thought here. With each individual part of the machine, is the matter that makes it up just jelly or is there another city of machines that makes up that one part? A city within a city. And from that city that makes up the one part of that machine, are the parts of its machines just a blob of goo or does it keep going and going? Its turning out to be city within city within city and where does it end? Does it ever end? Do we ever reach just a blob? Do we ever reach a part of the machine that is a blob or does it go unto infinity?
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The Somersault of Thought into the Inconceivable - by Guest - 08-06-2003, 12:00 AM

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