INTELLIGENT DESIGN The believer (in most cases a highly impressionable individual, since he is so easily duped into embracing unprovable abstractions in the first place) looks at the night sky and thinks he sees design, a creation, and (quite logically) infers a creator. (I no sooner write this than I have second thoughts about it. I cannot honestly say that the believer thinks he sees design as much as he feels it. If he were truly thinking, especially beyond the wishful fantasies poured into his head by his particular sub-group, he would very likely not be entertaining the notion in the first place.) The so-called design is only a perception. The believer is challenged to state exactly what a design is. Is there truly a design, or something merely perceived as such? Who indeed says what design is? Who makes such a determination? A casual observation of the night sky suggests no need to suppose the necessity of a creator. The mere presence of the night sky makes no claim of being a "creation." It is simply there. It is what it is. The believer makes the claim that it is a creation. The so-called "creation" makes no such claim itself. It is all a matter of words, complicated sounds that only human beings make. We create our own problems with our words. We have created the very word "creation" and its logically necessary "creator." The universe itself makes no such claim. The universe is centered in action, not thought. The idea that the universe is a creation is just that, an idea residing in no place (so far as we know) but the human mind. It is entirely conceivable that the universe is not a creation at all, and thus not an artifact, which is what it would be if it were indeed something created. It could just as well be something that naturally grew out of the depths of space in the same way that trees grow out of the ground or clouds out of the sky, or words and their attendant ideas erupt from the mouths of human beings. Where Did Everything Come From? I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover The Bible: Why God Had Nothing To Do With It
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