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Q: But what do you think that the Bible, itself, says? Don't you know how it was arrived at?A: I never made a calculationQ: What do you think?A: I do not think about things I don't think about.Q: Do you think about things you do think about?A: Well, sometimes.


Q: But what do you think that the Bible, itself, says? Don't

Summary

The quote highlights a humorous and sarcastic exchange, suggesting a person who is not interested in engaging in discussions or contemplating certain topics. The individual refuses to delve into the Bible's origins or its contents, implying a disinterest in deeper thoughts or intellectual pursuits. The response also implies that the person tends to think selectively, acknowledging that sometimes they do invest mental energy in certain subjects. Ultimately, the quote reveals the individual's dismissive and uninterested mindset towards exploring certain ideas.

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