The universe is a wonderful, beautiful and dangerous place to exist. We are travelling around that universe on a spinning rock whose origins are found in stardust..
That rock is the one we call Earth or home is currently trying to throw us off its surface while gravity (the air above our head) is trying to squash us to the same surface. The balancing act between the two forces allows us move. Some people are able fast or slow depending on how much mass (or weight) is exposed.
Our planet was once a boiling blob of molten rock where no life existed at all, which begets the question, where did the spark of life in any shape or form originate? A miracle never to be fully explained, perhaps.
Some people believe a God provided the first spark. Scientists are trying to disprove that theory on a daily basis but haven’t succeed thus far.
Although I think I understand why our ancestors had so many Gods, it seems to be human nature both past and present to find somebody to blame when things go awry.
I can also understand why a lot of people put their fate in the hands of the scientists in today’s world because they can explain how and why the universe works. A lot of yesterday’s miracles have been explained by the them which resulted in people (I’d like to think) no-longer make sacrifices to appease their God, and the world is definitely not flat.
I’ll leave you with one final thought.
The miracle of life is something everybody gets to experience every day, and yet so many people take it for granted until they’re in danger of losing their miracle.
