TY Ebaker
but…it's…from….2015…?
Getting good @ this…trend until they suspend
>found God via math and science
>God’s existence is proven thru math
>math is the fundamental base of all things
100%
How many coincidences before it becomes mathematically impossible?
At what point does it become mathematically impossible?
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