Incommunicable Attributes

1246.144 - 1278.982 R.C. Sproul

And if anything exists now at all, this piece of chalk, my shoe, this room in which we are, then that means that somewhere, somehow, something must have the power of being independently. There always had to be being where nothing could possibly be. That's what I'm saying. This piece of chalk screams of the aseity of God. And you won't find that aseity in the jock, and you won't find it in me.