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Impartial Observers From Other Planets Would Consider Ours An Utterly Bizarre Enclave If It Were Populated By Birds, Defined As Flying Animals, That Nevertheless Rarely Or Never Actually Flew. They Would Also Be Perplexed If They Encountered In Our Seas, Lakes, Rivers, And Ponds, Creatures Defined As Swimmers That Never Did Any Swimming. But They Would Be Even More Surprised To Encounter A Species Defined As A Thinking Animal If, In Fact, The Creature Very Rarely Indulged In Actual Thinking.

There Is Scarcely A Page Of The Bible On Which An Open Mind Does Not Perceive A Contradiction, An Unlikely Story, An Obvious Error, An Historical Impossibility Of One Sort Or Another.

Without Laughter Life On Our Planet Would Be Intolerable. So Important Is Laughter To Us That Humanity Highly Rewards Members Of One Of The Most Unusual Professions On Earth, Those Who Make A Living By Inducing Laughter In Others. This Is Very Strange If You Stop To Think Of It: That Otherwise Sane And Responsible Citizens Should Devote Their Professional Energies To Causing Others To Make Sharp, Explosive Barking-like Exhalations.

One Of The Nice Things About Problems Is That A Good Many Of Them Do Not Exist Except In Our Imaginations.

Consider The Wave Of Revulsion That Floods The Average Person When He Or She Hears Of The Practice Of Human Sacrifice By The Aztecs And Other So-called Primitive Peoples. How Savage And Barbaric Such Practices Seem. But When A Christian Or Jew Comes Across Human Sacrifice In The Bible (see Jephthah's Immolation Of His Daughter In Judges 11:30-40), Is He Or She Repulsed?