Sunday, May 18, 2008

Sunday Morning

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping their beaks off outside, the boys are running around grinning like idiots and the air has that sweet smell of summer morning that will bake off by afternoon. I sit here sipping my tea and and listening to Jake's half-formed words, and it helps me to think.

A song:

And I am to believe that it all is a random happenstance? That a some amino acids came together in a pile of goo, and Bang! One planet teeming with life? I'll take a creator for $5000, Alex. Between that, and a few personal experiences, I can'tand won't buy that. You all have a nice Sunday morning.