The Big Bang…

Dear Reader,

This past few weeks, as it is not May anymore, have been spent watching a lot of History Channel, mythical what ifs and space related stuff.  Yes, I have let my inner nerd/geek come out to play.  My latest program, was one about pretty much how the earth came to be the way we know it today.

It was an interesting show, that has proven it really does not matter how green we are, or how careful since, the ice age happened before more than once, and this was before humans and the industrial revolution even started, no doubt it will happen again some 8 billion years in the future.  It all made sense. Of course part of me,  was thinking, “Wait you pretty much walked me to the birth of earth what about the bit in the bible that says God created the world in 7 days?” Bang goes that theory. Don’t worry, I never believed in the biblical creation of earth. There is just too many plot holes.  All due respect to all of you whom are more religious than the Pope. Even in your end of days there is major plot holes.

If there were an end of days, I very much doubt God would send his messengers every decade or century, since his one and only son (another plot hole, what are we, what were all those pure souls on earth chopped liver?) walked the earth to talk about the end of days, and even in some cases daring to give a date, then that day comes and nothing happens.  Wouldn’t God be seen then as the boy who cried wolf? I know is a test of faith, but even that has it’s limits no?

I know we need a little faith and wonder, and fantasy in our lives, but I think when it comes to creation, that should never be messed with.  I believe in God, how he fits in this cycle of earth’s creation  only He knows, the important thing is He is part of our lives.  What is becoming certain is it all started with a big bang and how it will end is for God to know and us to stop trying to guess.

About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on June 6, 2012, in Journal and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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