“So, I still don’t get it. I said that God didn’t create the universe, and you agreed with me, and I said therefore God isn’t real and you disagreed,” she said with consternation.
“Think of it this way, when you were a kid, did you ever hear that there was a little man in the refrigerator that turned the light on when you opened the door?” he replied, pantomiming the little man flipping a switch.
“Yes, and then I got older and realized there was a little toggle that detected the door, and there was no little man. What’s your point?” She crossed her arms.
“Just because your reason took away the function he was assigned as part of your upbringing does not prove there is no little man inside your refrigerator. He’s just, by your standards, not fulfilling a purpose and therefore no longer exists.”
“So, the little man isn’t dead. He’s just unemployed.” She raised her arms in annoyance.
“Precisely!” He folded his arms across his chest.
“You’re an idiot..”
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