Sometimes I’m just overwhelmed by the power of the way things are. Just things.
Have you ever seen a butterfly jumping from one blossom to another, drinking the nectar of each using the strange straw-like protrusion growing from the middle of its face? It’s rather amazing, really. Butterflies just do this, apparently, without instruction or training.
What’s the deal with a butterfly, anyway? A hairy little caterpillar decides to build a cocoon and tuck itself away until it grows wings? Yeah, sure. The wings are abounding with the most amazing colors, by the way, and made of some organic material that can’t be duplicated with the best of science.
Someone will say the butterfly’s wings help it move quickly between flowers and hide, as if camouflaged, among the leaves and blossoms.
The thing that nags me about such statements is the way they make it sound like such intricate details were planned by the butterfly itself.
One day, a butterfly said, “I think sucking nectar from flowers would be easier if I grew a straw in the middle of my face.” Then it happened.
Or, maybe it was this scenario: A butterfly, at some time in the prehistoric past had a short, little, stubby nose. Somehow, the butterfly’s DNA realized the short, little, stubby nose wasn’t getting the job done and began experimenting with alternatives, until it accidentally stumbled onto the straw configuration.
Humans have not even come close to creating a machine with the unique capabilities of the human eye, and I have two of them that just happened to grow in my head while I wasn’t able to see anything at all from the darkness of my mother’s womb.
And why do I have two of them? All the better to see you with, my dear: two eyes allow sharper perception.
Have you used those incredible eyes to peer at the stars lately? I understand the ones I can see are a tiny fraction of those that exist in the unfathomable reaches of the universe.
Have you looked closely at a baby’s toes recently? They come pre-wrinkled in all the right spots. How does the skin on those little toe-knuckles know that it will need to be wrinkled to allow for flexibility?
Have you read a book on quantum physics lately? You’d be amazed at the stuff that holds the universe together. It’s really incredible, and we don’t even understand the half of it. The little we do understand is beyond phenomenal and beautiful in the meticulous order of its complexity.
I’m not trying to be dogmatic, or draw any conclusions, really, so don’t get all up in my koolaid about some agenda to gain support for whatever view you want to propagate. I’m just saying . . .
Sometimes you have to just wonder at the way things are. They just are. I’m just saying . . . it’s hard to believe it just happened, even if you give it millions of years of opportunities, but you can’t deny the way things are.