Just thinking ~o:>

~o:>  Now the mouse has a body.

Chaz was just telling me about how one time when she was draining the bathtub, she found herself fascinated by the pattern created on the top of the water by the draining beneath.  Some time later, she was studying an image of a galaxy, and realized that she was seeing the same water-drain pattern in that  immense thing.  And thinking about this, she began to see more patterns carrying through the entirety of the universe we know, from the gigantic to what we can see of the almost unseeable.  On a sub-particle level, I’m betting we’ll eventually find those same patterns, or maybe new patterns, more easily seen in the small, that will widen our understanding of the biggest things.

Fish.  Having escaped the draining of the bath.

Now I am thinking; I coined the phrase “intelligent design” for myself a long time ago.  But it’s been shanghaied, I guess, by those of the “Poof out of nothing” creation corner.  So now I have a new name for what I believe about existence: Elegant Design.

Really, frankly, I find the idea that a universe could just sort of accidentally evolve into this kind of complexity and order (flying in the face of entropy) as unreasonable (read: silly) as the idea that a universe can simply be poofed, all at once, into existence.

An amazing mystery of life: the double yolked egg.  Never saw one before this.

Oh yes, I am pretty dang certain that God is there, running the show.  He’s got to be the most interesting, creative, brilliant scientist/engineer ever.  And I resonate absolutely to the concept of a deliberate and carefully designed universe.  We work our heads off to create habitats for endangered animals.  It should be such a reach that somebody much bigger and more in control of things that we are could create a habitat for us?

Evolved dog, sitting in habitat.

And I believe that evolution is a tool in the hand of that Creator; I can see it in the biological world pretty much everywhere.  But I do NOT believe in evolution when it comes to physics.  Physics are, have been, will be—the rules behind the patterns, the machine behind the art, the skeleton upon which all existense hangs.  And all the planning and schematics, and system building, the interlocking of systems, the introduction of time as an element of reality and a condition of the program—how big would the blueprints for a planet actually be?

Elegant design.

I like it.

Brave and adaptive planters.  Once filled to the brim with expensive soil, this planter has been attacked by puppies at least nine times.  Notice how the soil level has dropped, but the tough little petunia lives on.  Life is like that.  And why would it, if there were no reason to be?

Petunia, smiling shyly from the shadows.