My neighbors have been remodeling their house for what seems like forever. For the last year or so I have noticed the same truck parked in front – a red lowrider with a Virgin Mary statue on the dash, a cross hanging from the rearview mirror, and number of inspirational messages printed on cards stuck in the front of the windshield. Walking past the other day I noticed a large one, printed in Gothic script.
Christ is the Solid
Rather than consider the possibility of a poor translation from a Spanish phrase, I started taking the message seriously. Suppose Christ is the solid. What about the other states of matter? Of course, the Holy Ghost must be a gas. Surely, plasma (fire) is Satan. That leaves one left: God must be liquid.
So there you have it, a proof based on a very reasonable premise, using mostly unassailable logical principles, worthy of any medieval scholar. Now to work out the theological ramifications of a god that conforms to its container.