WHEN MYSTERIES RATTLE CAGES, THERE IS ALWAYS THE ACLU...
A SHORT ESSAY ON CREATION
FROM THE TIME WE ARE LITTLE CHILDREN...our eyes instinctively turn toward the heavens, searching for signs of mysteries that will become more intense as we grow older and wiser.
As children, we might satisfy our curiosity by finding images in the shapes of cloud formations; as we grow older, we can, if we permit, let the mysteries of the ages drive us to heights of insanity, or we can find a quiet solace in the knowledge that we did not create the beauty of the heavens and that we are not the first to gaze in wander at the passing of time and seasons.
If we can find no way to comprehend creation, we can always contact the ACLU and vent our hostilities about our lack of wisdom and knowledge...
WHEN MYSTERIES RATTLE CAGES, THERE IS ALWAYS THE ACLU...
A SHORT ESSAY ON CREATION
FROM THE TIME WE ARE LITTLE CHILDREN...our eyes instinctively turn toward the heavens, searching for signs of mysteries that will become more intense as we grow older and wiser.
As children, we might satisfy our curiosity by finding images in the shapes of cloud formations; as we grow older, we can, if we permit, let the mysteries of the ages drive us to heights of insanity, or we can find a quiet solace in the knowledge that we did not create the beauty of the heavens and that we are not the first to gaze in wander at the passing of time and seasons.
If we can find no way to comprehend creation, we can always contact the ACLU and vent our hostilities about our lack of wisdom and knowledge...