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"And God saw everything that he had made and behold it was very good."
When is the end to people inventing their own religions and gods to the exclusion of the one staring them in the eye?
Everything sings the praises of God. Everything paints the praises of God. Everything hums the praises of God. Everything writes the praises of God.
Horrible beetles and beautiful flowers. Disgusting bugs and delicious fruits. Torrential rains and burning deserts. Tiny moss and giant redgums. Black people's pink palms, white people's blue eyes, chinese people's almond eyes, Eskimos' flat noses , dogs' tails, cats' purrs, chimps' antics, elephants' trunks, baby's giggles.
I really don't know how someone can look at a sunflower, the blue sky and a child, a frond, a fern and a handful of compost and conclude beyond all argument to the contrary that it's all the result of nobody being interested enough to start it all with a design and a plan in mind. It has as far fetched to me that personal God doesn't exist and that He's not interested in you and me as to suggest that an Airbus 380 could be formed out of the North wind blowing rubbish across the Wingfield Tip.
Perhaps 'the universe' did it. Does 'universe' have a name by the way? Is it Bob or Betty? Is it a him or a her? And is it capitalised like 'Universe' or is it a hippie and has an all-lower case name like tiger-nevada-butterfly-yo-man? Wh-a-a-at? What's that you say? It can be anything you want it to be! Puh-lease. And you say I'M a dreamer!
When is the end to people inventing their own religions and gods to the exclusion of the one staring them in the eye?
Anyway, Happy 2012 to you.
To infinity and beyond.
Live long and prosper.
Colin Pearce
