I LOVE that quote!
Oddly enough, when I was a young Catholic girl, I was taught Evolution and believed it, and read Genesis, and believed that. Never questioned where all the other people came from...any of that.
Now, nearing 50, I find myself only able to explain the beauty and ugliness of the planet through some sort of Intelligent Design.
Why are some colors so incredibly beautiful? A shade less vibrant and mating, or attraction to the object to pollinate would still occur.
Why is the circle of life so cruel, so bitter sometimes? How else can new things keep coming into the world?
I can't help thinking something got us started.
I have faith most of the time.
Sometimes I think it is very egotistical of the human race to claim a human God above all.
Sometimes I think what made sense in 500 AD is a bit harder to swallow now; just by the sheer numbers of beings that have existed.
Surely they are re-cast, used again, something.
But I don't know.
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