By
the time most of us get to be what we can refer to as mature
adults I suppose we have kind of made up our minds as to what we
believe as far as how the earth and man were created. As of this
point in time I think there are only 2 prevailing theories as to
how this all happened. Those 2 theories are commonly referred to
as creationism and evolution. Now, as much as some folks would
like to argue that in the beginning man crawled out of some
primordial swamp many millions of years ago, I think otherwise.
First off, you’d have to be nuts to totally disregard the evidence
we can see in fossils and other hard physical information of our
world evolving over a long period of time.
What that time period was or is, happens to
be God’s business, not mine, so I don’t really care if it took 6
days or 6 billion years. Not my problem. My theory and acceptance
of creationism is based on the fact that we have two, count ‘em
(2) sexes. Now if we were products of evolution why wouldn’t we
have ended up with just one? Some species do have just one sex and
do just fine. They manage to reproduce and survive without any of
the emotional seesawing that happens among us humans. Think about
it, if evolution is what it’s supposed to be…why complicate the
situation with the emotional baggage that we have as male and
female? Why not just exist as plain old neutral something rather
than male something or female something? It makes no sense at all.
I give you this example, for the past few weeks I’ve been
concerned over the health of my prostate gland.
Nothing indicated that I have any problem,
but since I haven’t had any problems it occurs to me that there
might be a problem. It might be something that I don’t know about
until it’s entirely too late to check out. You can’t watch the
news at night without becoming halfway paranoid about some
terminal disease or illness. Anyway, I convinced myself that
something was happening and I needed to check it out. I made an
appointment to go see a local urologist and then cancelled 3 times
before I worked up the nerve to actually go in and face the music.
I finally gutted it up and went in yesterday. It took all of about
45 minutes for the doctor to tell me I was fine and didn’t need to
worry about anything. Well, of course I’m ecstatic and come home
dancing about a foot or so off the ground. My wife wants to know
what I’m so happy about and of course I tell her, however I forgot
that I had told her I was going to the bank instead of going to
the doctor. I’m happy, she’s mad and sad or sad and mad, I can’t
tell which. Her condition comes as a result of my not telling her
that I am concerned about something.
My rational is that she couldn’t do anything
about it anyway so why worry her for not reason? Her train of
thought is that she should have known about it so she could worry
right alongside of me. Why? What for? Obviously this becomes a
male/female thing and goes on for several hours. Now, she sees
what I’ve done in a completely different light and from a
different perspective than I do. My rationale for keeping my fear
a secret is to protect her. Her rationale is that she should be
included in anything as important as this to begin with. Now, how
does this relate to creationism? Well, simply this… if we were
evolved instead of created as in Adam and Eve, and evolution is a
constant refinement of the species over many thousands or millions
of years, then why haven’t we gotten any further than we have in
basic male/female emotions?
Looks to me that we’ve got a long way to go
and if we really were created through the evolutionary process
then why wouldn’t we just solve this ourselves since we’d be both
male and female at the same time? Then we’d only have to argue
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