The world is seen in many different ways, but those who see Chaos as their father are the most confusing to me. I stare into their eyes . . . and try to sense any real difference in what they’re seeing.
Have you noticed the dragonflies?
They’ve noticed the dragonflies.
They can’t really have noticed…
It is strange that an impersonal accident should start talking about itself, that shards of matter rocketing through space/time would start making burbling noises and pretend that they’re communicating with other shards, and that their burbling truthfully explained the accident? Is it strange to you that an accident could invent baseball and walruses and Englishmen?
If a hypothetical neutral observer had watched the birth of an ever-expanding universe from the womb of an accidental fireball, was he (or she or it) surprised when the explosion invented llamas?
You see, for me, llamas are entirely consistent with the personality of an easily amused God. A prank on the Andes and everyone who ever needed to use the long-necked, pack sweaters. Surly, pompous, comically unaware of their own looks, spitters. Perfect. Tell me a story of the great god Boom. Tell me how he accidentally made llamas from hydrogen.
However, without them, we wouldn’t be able to button a shirt, pick up a coin, hold a pen, throw a dart, or perform other routine tasks. Without our thumbs, we would be able to hold a glass, open a door with a key, or throw a ball without a thumb. Your thumb is critical for everyday life.
Isaac Newton, the Father of modern science, stated, “In the absence of any other proof, the thumb would convince me of God’s existence.”