I FOUND HIM IN ACTION!!!11!1!one!!11!!one!!!!!!

well in that last pic we have:

[X] flying
[X] spaghetti
[ ] monster

that said, 2 out of 3 aint bad... and I can still get on board with believing.

We can be 67% sure he exists.

I accept the ontological argument for the flying spaghetti monster. We can conceive of a gigantic clump of pasta and meatballs that is perfect in every respect, one of the attributes of perfection is existence, therefore His Noodly Appendage must exist.

Without any doubt, it's His Transcendental Nutritious Energy that is transferred through His Noodly Appendage, when someone does a "duckface".

The real schism in our believe comes when you have to decide if the Flying Spaghetti Monster has grated Parmesan cheese, or not.

I still suffer over this.

Who created the pasta?
Who or what cooked the sauce?

I like to believe he does. I really, really do.

lol at "who cooked the sauce", you're SO IGNORANT! The sauce was always cooked since it exists outside of spice and thyme.

You've obviously not heard Paley's tagliateleogical argument

holy crap I just peed myself.

Yes, this seems to be a night of incredible wit in RGT. I love it.

So it's sauce all the way down then?

A+

Threads like this are the reason RGT is becoming my favourite sub forum here.

Will Beaucoup or any other Pastafarian Master explain the mystery of F_M's triune nature? What do the Pasta, Sauce and Meatballs represent? Why were we not created in His image?
Finally which wine goes best with His Communion? In hoc signo edo.

Pasta, Sauce, and the Holy make up the Trinity of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. If we were to use math, it would not be, 1+1+1=3. It would be 1x1x1=1. FSM is a triune God. However, some Pastafarians rebel against this truth. What can be done to put an end to this blasphemy? So far, only a few are participating in this heresy, and some have went so far as to even postulate a Flying Spaghettio Monster. That, of course, is nonsense, and has no basis in the teachings of Captain Mosey of the good ship Lasagne.

The Flying Spaghetti MONSTER is only called such because of his distinctly non-human form; we were not created in his image, not by a long shot.

“Let us sing praise to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for He is a loving God. Of His might and dominion, there is no compare; of His mercy and deliciousness, there is no equal. No other god can challenge Him; in the taste test, He is invincible. Through His pasta, He has blessed us with everlasting life, and holy is His Name. For He is the Flying Spaghetti Monster: the One, True, and Most High God, creator of man and midgit, giver of pasta, giver of sauce, from age to holy age; not created He was, but ever He lives, through the glory of spaghetti, now and forever. R'Amen."
~ Ishmali Camuwundra on the Flying Spaghetti Monster

For those not yet taken in by the perfection of his Noodly Goodness, I'll tell you the best thing about Pastafarianism. It is not only acceptable, but advisable, to be heavily sauced.

While I appreciate your faith, what the EVIDENCE of His noodlinesses' existence? What is his role in ToE? Is he a G_d of the gaps? Is He a personal G_d? What of His heaven etc?

I'm going back to posting articles and discussing with pastafarians only because my beliefs don't demand that I engage mockers and a high % of atheists engage in mockery on here.

I'm a fan of pasta (with wine) but not the kind with eyeballs. You have to claim not to do links and threaten (many times) to stop posting FTW.

Mockers always unworthy of trading posts with.

(x) ignore.

Is there a single doctrine of the Pastafarians with which you disagree? Oh I forgot, you wont see this.

To understand the true nature of the FSM you have to form a relationship with him/her. There is no other way to understand his/ her nature.

However I suggest you read the following work

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Joseph-Adjus...2895837&sr=8-5
To judge the love that the FSM bestows on us

But what about the grated Parmesan Cheese? Everyone always talks of the meatballs and sauce, but us Cheesers always get shunted off to the side like we're some crazy sect.