Evidence for a Young Me

The evidence that I am thirty-four years old is flimsy: godless scientists simply do not understand the true reasons for my isotope ratios and temperature. Science, inflated with a few early successes, thinks it can shore up claims of a ~12,500-day period for my Earthly existence with a multitude of falsifiable scientific hypotheses to explain away the glaringly obvious proofs of my more recent origin.

[Published: 24-May-05 | Permalink | Category: Irrelevancies]

Only intellectual lightweights fool would ignore the evidence in favour of a Young Me:

It is visibly clear that I have not accumulated thirty-four years of dust.
It is apparent that I have not grown past six feet tall.
It is incontrovertible that my toes have not been wholly eroded, as they would be after four hundred months of shoe-wearing.
I am indubitably more complicated than a watch; this implies the existence of a complicated and fully-sighted watchmaker somewhere.
Most importantly, I don't feel that old.

It is an article of faith for me that I am 750,000 times younger than science claims. (If I were a planet for which atheistic scientists claimed an age of 4,500,000,000 years, this ratio would make me about 6,000 years old.) I have no need to prove this to you for you are not my final judge. At 750,000 times younger than imperfect science believes, close reading of both the Old and New Testaments (i.e. inerrant sources) shows that I am approximately twenty-four minutes old. Ergo, I was created in my current state of near perfection, with no need for any improvements (or gulfs of time measured in years in which to fit those improvements), slightly less than half an hour ago. There is no doubt that I have a purpose. Perhaps in writing this I have achieved it, albeit in a way it is not given to me to understand.

To believe anything else in the face of so much evidence would be ignorant and arrogant.

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