Fifteen years?! Yeeks! (I learned to fight back when I was three or four, thankfully. Yeah, the married-student-housing apartment complex at a law school is an interesting place to raise a kid. ;P Busy adults + lots of kids + giant fenced yard = social microcosm of mainly unregulated bully-ocracy. But it seems bullies react well to being punched in the stomach by an undersized ball of fury whose best friend is threatened. *g* Is that what we're doing here?)
'the sacred being in which I believe is the kind who can create something as spine-tinglingly magnificent as evolution. I see the hand of the diety deity [sorry *g*] in the periodic table.'
YES YES THIS SO MUCH. *loves* I will spare you the incoherent baby-scientist flailing about all the stuff I don't really understand, such as how the world is built out of pretty numbers and possibly crocheted from a strand of space-time spun out of a singularity, but... YES. :D *has not the brain to be a quantum mechanic...ist... or whatever - sadface*
(I think I had something more I meant to say, but I keep getting distracted by my desktop slideshow of geology landscapes. I mean, the sedimentary ones alone: the amount of time and care, the painting of layers and then all the carving and erosion and ART that obviously went into Banff National Park for instance, and especially the way we can read every step of it and see exactly how it was done... *has entirely lost sight of her point, if she ever had one*)
'I would feel sorry for the benighted evangelists who can't, with their limited God who is so lacking in imagination, subtlety and might -- but they piss me off too much, so I no longer pity them.'
*nodnod* My last English teacher was like that. He kept sounding off in class about how you can't be Catholic (he claimed to be Catholic, although of the many beliefs he aired I didn't see any familiar ones) and a paleontologist at the same time because blah blah blah. *Catholic* *baby paleontologist* *grade freak, therefore does not rip the prof a new one with SKIENCE* *g*
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'the sacred being in which I believe is the kind who can create something as spine-tinglingly magnificent as evolution. I see the hand of the
dietydeity [sorry *g*] in the periodic table.'YES YES THIS SO MUCH. *loves* I will spare you the incoherent baby-scientist flailing about all the stuff I don't really understand, such as how the world is built out of pretty numbers and possibly crocheted from a strand of space-time spun out of a singularity, but... YES. :D *has not the brain to be a quantum mechanic...ist... or whatever - sadface*
(I think I had something more I meant to say, but I keep getting distracted by my desktop slideshow of geology landscapes. I mean, the sedimentary ones alone: the amount of time and care, the painting of layers and then all the carving and erosion and ART that obviously went into Banff National Park for instance, and especially the way we can read every step of it and see exactly how it was done... *has entirely lost sight of her point, if she ever had one*)
'I would feel sorry for the benighted evangelists who can't, with their limited God who is so lacking in imagination, subtlety and might -- but they piss me off too much, so I no longer pity them.'
*nodnod* My last English teacher was like that. He kept sounding off in class about how you can't be Catholic (he claimed to be Catholic, although of the many beliefs he aired I didn't see any familiar ones) and a paleontologist at the same time because blah blah blah. *Catholic* *baby paleontologist* *grade freak, therefore does not rip the prof a new one with SKIENCE* *g*
*but still pities him, because*