Oh contemplate mass media with us.

Their falling standards, new technology,

Their honour gone and power they possess.

Two hundred stories? Inhumanity.

Distractions with the sport and cooking shows,

Rock soup or aliens for science shows,

And always with deep time scenarios.

Always insatiable, always the lows,

And drama everywhere to quench their thirst.

Yes, all humanity from which to choose,

Always calamity, always the worst,

And always telling us, we came from ooze.

We're at the bottom of all TV shows,

When TV news shows YouTube videos.

28/1/2017

If we've decided rocks turned into men,

There's no real destiny to contemplate,

Or life was seeded by an alien,

Our thinking processes disintegrate.

Oh check an origin, closer to home,

Let's not discount the trans-dimensional.

They're also aliens, we're not alone,

But they'll be spiritual, not physical,

So they'll use inner space, not outer space.

They won't be using space ships or the door,

And they won't need a planet for a base,

So widen out those options to explore.

Oh check the options to space aliens.

The trans-dimensional for human origins.

30/1/2017

Who is the one who walked on planet Earth,

Whose heritage springs from eternity

And paid the price to implement rebirth?

Is he divinity wrapped in humanity?

A double yes. Is he the engineer,

The volunteer, the one who mediates

For lost humanity? It's crystal clear,

The sacred text never equivocates:

Affirmative, on all of the above.

He is the Lord Jesus, who set us free,

The avenue for blessings, life and love,

And he who won, eternal destiny.

Oh contemplate with us on three in one.

Eternity revealed by God, the Son.

29/1/2017

Who is the one who gave us sacred verse,

The promised Helper in the testaments,

Who moved, to energize the Universe?

The sacred one, wielding omnipotence?

The sacred script is unequivocal,

The veiled, third person of our deity,

Divinity moving, subliminal,

The Helper, for a lost humanity.

He is the Holy Spirit, he who lifts,

To guarantee new life, sent by the Son,

The one distributing the Father's gifts.

Oh contemplate with us on three in one:

Three persons in a plural unity,

Coordinating human destiny.

28/1/2017

Oh contemplate on life and love with me.

Do you believe that rocks turned into men?

Do you believe there's no real destiny,

Except the grave and then oblivion?

Oh check out some alternatives with me.

We'll always have two options facing us,

But there's a veil hiding each mystery.

Which one can give us consciousness,

Veiled multiverse or veiled eternity?

Our life could be a door, love could be real,

And there could be eternal destiny.

Oh contemplate. How do you really feel?

Oh use the bathroom mirror to reply.

Just ask the simple question, "Who am I?"

29/1/2017

We double dare, oh dwell on destiny.

Forget oblivion, is life a door?

Can our time line merge with eternity?

Too many implications to explore?

Let's simplify, life is a door, or not.

That probability is not too bad

For destiny, a fifty/fifty shot.

Okay, a monkey's uncle for grandad,

Or life beyond the veil, eternity?

Rock soup, sunshine and atmosphere,

Or a Creator/God and destiny?

That choice is absolutely crystal clear.

Oh peek into the future, make a bet.

On Earth, no guarantee, no safety net.

2/2/2017

Coherence is the magic of The Book,

From go to whoa, on every single page.

Ignore the atheistic fleeting look,

They never see coherence as the gauge.

You've organized a bet, in confidence,

He's thought of everything for destiny,

And all revealed in his two testaments.

The Son has given you your liberty,

The Spirit is your Guarantor for life

Beyond the veil, the Father's on your side,

So don't panic about the afterlife.

For destiny, your God is qualified.

Look up, jump in, and practice every day.

Yes destiny is free, nothing to pay.

1/2/2017

You share a part of lost humanity,

Oh contemplate and take a look around.

Your time line merges with eternity,

Oh celebrate, my soul, the lost is found.

Oh pause, to check the battle field you're in,

The battle for lost souls, yes you were one.

You're confident about your origin,

And know the crucial battle has been won.

Oh liberate, you wear the shoes of peace

Inside a battle zone for lost humanity.

The Son has volunteered for their release,

So spread the word, you peddle liberty.

Oh practice up, before they take a swing.

You know your God has thought of everything.

2/2/2017

Oh soul, your Saviour is the engineer,

Incredible. He's met your every need,

All his directions have been crystal clear,

And oh, your destiny is guaranteed.

Oh soul relax, when ET takes a swing,

Or thought police and atheists coerce.

You see complexity in everything

To underpin his magic Universe.

When darkest shadows mask eternity,

Oh look to him whose name is Wonderful:

The volunteer who gained your liberty.

Your cup of destiny is more than full.

Oh soul, community and destiny.

Your timeline merges with eternity.

2/2/2017

Oh meditate on quantum mists with me,

And the connectedness of hydrogen.

Yes dwell on what is surely certainty:

Perfect connectedness for rocks to men.

When it's one hour in, or two, or three,

What mystic quality inside the mist,

Or any other something else out there,

Could somehow mimic a perfectionist?

Each hydrogen atom will be the same,

No matter how they form, from energy.

A quantum rose, by any other name,

Could not be more perfect in symmetry.

Oh take a peek beyond the mist with me.

The energy, the mystery: Eternity.

3/2/2017

Oh contemplate an ocean breeze with me.

It tantalizingly lifts every sense.

The coriolis forces, gravity,

The temperature and pressure gradients,

Mixing the hydrosphere and atmosphere.

Yes, those complexities will testify:

That ocean breeze comes from the Engineer.

Oh pause a while, to meditate, a sigh,

That moment has the neurons firing.

Oh feel his touch, there's magic in the air,

And yes, enjoy, just thankfulness to bring:

His mix of sunlight, water, sand and air.

Intelligent design is on that breeze.

Thermodynamics, psi, degrees.

4/2/2017

When atheists say, everything evolved,

And cite calamity as evidence,

They'll stress a deity was not involved

And always redefine omnipotence.

Oh step into a skeptic's shoes sometime.

When atheists forfeit their thinking skills,

With their stardust and rock soup paradigm,

Can they now think, and point out all our ills?

They've chosen to accept intelligence,

Maybe down here, out there, but not a deity,

And definitely not omnipotence.

They'll always use their slanted selectivity.

Oh double check what skeptics don't ignore.

The trans-dimensional. Life is a door.

5/2/2017

When atheists speak of the multiverse,

Don't be distracted by the confidence.

When telling us what sparked the Universe,

Whatever they then cite as evidence,

The multiverse is purely physical.

So, could the multiverse recalibrate

Some property that's cosmological?

Something like gravity? Atomic weight?

Can physical retune the physical,

Like atheists are always telling us?

Four no's. Our Cosmos is a miracle,

So needs a cause, beyond miraculous.

Oh contemplate the cosmic spark with us.

Beyond the physical is obvious.

5/2/2017

Check out the qualities in quantum mist.

Some of the physics is well known, but no,

Self-organizing properties do not exist.

Standard thermodynamics is the go.

Heat flow dynamics won't self-organize,

No matter how extreme the temperature,

To let a Universe begin, then self-arise.

The physics makes that absolutely sure.

No hydrogen springs from heat energy,

Like atheists and thought police insist.

Nothing will guide, whatever the degree,

Heat distribution in the quantum mist.

Oh yes, recalibrate the instruments,

To sift the scientific evidence.

4/2/2017

When they pronounce on what's miraculous,

And tell us frequently, we've not been blessed,

What main criteria are used in telling us?

Have they set up a scientific test

On what's miraculous and what is not?

That would be no. Ignore the atheists,

With their famed, cosmic, quantum microdot,

Miraculous is right for quantum mists.

Oh yes, the perfect word, without a doubt,

When it's humanity we contemplate,

Eternal destiny to think about,

And it's the Cosmos we investigate.

We look at what eternity has wrought.

Beauty, complexity, and human thought.

8/2/2017

Oh check that mirror image to confirm,

Heat distribution is miraculous.

Check those reflections out, to reaffirm

Complexity and its connectedness.

Complexity in life seems to prevail,

There's very little randomness to nurse,

We've just solidified out of the veil,

And now we contemplate the Universe.

The word, complexity, is justified,

Connectedness down to all hydrogen.

There's just no way deep heat solidified

To give some slime, some DNA, then men.

Oh contemplate beyond the veil with me.

The power to create complexity.

8/2/2017

So what's the focus of the thought police?

Ah yes, our common sense and sacred verse,

And then, using their blind luck centrepiece,

A lost humanity and Universe.

They use all four to mask our destiny:

The blanket TV for our common sense,

The sacred verse is now stupidity,

And instruments have lost their relevance,

Because we're lost, inside the multiverse.

That's why the instruments and Testaments

Don't work, when looking at the Universe,

And why the thought police ooze confidence.

They are the thought police, the status quo.

Should we surrender now? That would be no.

10/2/2017

Check out the sneaky thought experiment

The thought police would want us all to try.

If there's a zero-book environment,

And mental faculties are still as high,

How would we view the origins debate?

Their target is our sacred verse, but oh,

There's still a Universe to contemplate,

Complexity will still be on the go,

We'll still have hydrogen connectedness,

There's still an origin and cosmic laws,

We've still our innate drive for happiness,

And still can contemplate a cosmic cause.

That cosmic blender may take all our books,

But oh, the Cosmos hasn't lost its looks.

10/2/2017

It's Darwin day, what of the thought police?

There is one certainty, in every way:

Incessant hyper-spin will not decrease.

They'll celebrate rock soup to DNA,

They'll all be satisfied, no God out there,

And they'll, somehow, be intellectual,

Yes, even though we're molecules in air.

So, will they celebrate the miracle:

A Universe, from what seems nothingness,

And emphasize stupidity down here

And aliens out there? That would be yes.

All from their famed primordial atmosphere.

Will we join in their 'no-God' status quo

And celebrate with them? That would be no.

12/2/2017

Yes when the Spirit moved, he energized

The proto Universe. Oh realize,

When everything was thus initialized,

It wasn't mist, and didn't self-arise.

The cosmic egg had water everywhere,

And maybe H₂0 exclusively.

Look out, no quantum mist, not anywhere,

Our proto Universe was watery,

Ah la, the hydrogen and oxygen.

Oh yes, all perfectly miraculous,

But double check. A quiet origin:

Decision made, get on with it, no fuss.

The oxygen to spark humanity,

And hydrogen for cosmic energy.

12/2/2017

The proto Universe was H₂O.

A water world, from veiled eternity.

The Spirit's hovering was to and fro,

And by coincidence, all energy,

Without exception, is vibrational.

That's why there's water everywhere,

On Earth, comets and cosmological,

Then oxygen for all lifegiving air,

And hydrogen for all connectedness.

It's by design that water set that scene.

It speaks of life and the miraculous,

Exactly like what signatures now mean.

A signature? To go with wonderful?

Oh soul believe. Beyond incredible.

14/2/2017

A firmament? To set the scene for air?

Somehow it's atmosphere and outer space,

Water down here, for Earth, water up there.

Water down here to somehow set the base,

Water up there, for all things cosmological.

When God expanded out his Universe,

White hole cosmology and gravitational,

He set the scene for everything diverse.

All space, to demonstrate his power, right?

On Earth? His handiwork will be displayed.

He mixed the water, outer space and light,

Then contemplated on what he had made.

When our God speaks, a Universe appears.

The Earth, all outer space, all atmospheres.

15/2/2017

Could God create some rocks from H₂O?

Look out, that would be absolutely yes.

Could he create, by some scenario,

Some solid, physical unevenness,

When there was only water there before?

What can a bit of contemplation yield?

Could he create a molten iron core?

Oh yes. And then the Earth's magnetic field,

From circulating electricity?

Another yes. And then an atmosphere,

A hydrosphere, and any other property,

In preparation for an awesome biosphere?

A string of yes's there, emphatically.

That's simple everyday divine activity.

15/2/2017

Look out, a complex biosphere, with seeds.

We view the glass of life as more than full,

So seeds mean colours everywhere, no weeds.

Oh pause my soul, beyond exceptional.

You see abundance and abandonment.

All veiled eternity solidifies,

Into those flowers for the perfect testament,

To fascinate your heart, your mind and eyes.

Oh take that special time to contemplate.

With multiple resources everywhere,

There's ample evidence, with ample weight.

Oh yes, beyond meticulous in care.

Eternity condensed its DNA

Into those awesome seeds. Another day.

15/2/2017

When everything was blossoming down here,

With DNA and planet being born,

More work was on, out past the atmosphere.

A Universe was seeing its first dawn.

So, can our God untangle water molecules?

Of course he can, he's cosmic engineer,

So has control of all the cosmic rules.

Imagination would be crystal clear,

So yes, controls the main criteria.

Now what's that word, holding significance?

Yes, glorious, another signature.

That sets the perfect cosmic ambience.

He set the calendar with all the stars.

He'd set our destiny with all his scars.

15/2/2017

Okay, we have a Universe and our third rock.

What time is it? We go with sacred verse:

Fourth day. So could there be another clock

Which runs inside our mystic Universe?

We think there is, and go with go to whoa:

Fourth day, with atoms on eternity.

A real, full-on, continuous scenario,

All set to fascinate humanity.

Will we have all the answers to that scene,

When time and energy can intertwine?

That would be no, but we have the machine,

Our Universe, all brimming with design.

Our confidence is built on sacred verse.

Eternity produced our Universe.

15/2/2017

Yes, our Creator wasn't satisfied

With colour covering the ground and trees.

So after programming, he organized

Some colour for the rivers, oceans, seas,

And then the moving colours in the sky.

Oh yes, plesiosaur, a fish or bird:

All creatures with the skills to swim or fly.

Abandonment seems like the only word,

Beyond imagination, all pristine,

On land, in oceans and the atmosphere,

And one-off programming for every gene.

We're always looking past the stratosphere.

Oh meditate on senses, sights and sounds,

When programming, for DNA, abounds.

16/2/2017

Oh contemplate a UPS^* with me.

The microchips and complex processing,

Continuous output activity,

The input and internal monitoring,

And that machine to human interface.

All its addressing makes a UPS.

But taken on its own, that coding base,

Without addresses known, will be a mess.

The thought police think that of DNA.

It's common, it's all random, it's a mess.

It's accidental, random code, they'll say.

Of course it is, they don't know each address.

Now contemplate our DNA with me.

Complex addressing is a certainty.

16/2/2017

When God created all the animals,

Could he have organized connectedness?

Could he handle the string of miracles

To set companions up? That would be yes.

Could he set limits for bacteria,

To integrate all life, the large and small?

We're joking right, not much was easier,

From underground, to all the short and tall.

He made a Universe, meticulous,

So one small planet will not test him out,

With all its animal connectedness.

Omnipotence is what it's all about.

Oh contemplate day six on Earth with us.

Don't hold us back, perfect connectedness.

16/2/2017

Oh contemplate the sense of touch with us.

The multiple addressing for all points.

Gazillion sensors, all continuous,

Internal for the muscles, organs, joints,

External for the skin, for safety's sake.

Imagine all the programming for that.

Continuous, asleep and when awake,

All injuries, pin prick or gentle pat,

And then the information processing.

Oh yes, puts our technology to shame.

Sensational is most enlightening,

And ultra-super speed will be the game.

Ignore the spin when told its randomness.

We know it's all programmed connectedness.

17/2/2017

When speed and high precision interact,

With multiple components, everywhere,

Intelligent design will be a fact.

Where do we find components everywhere,

With ultra-super speed, complexity,

Technology oozing from every bit,

And then precision to the Nth degree?

To ask that question is to answer it.

All organisms will have all of those.

Ignore the atheists with blind design,

Always, incessantly. We're on our toes

When speed and high precision intertwine.

Intelligence and ingenuity?

In all of biological activity.

17/2/2017

Hi-tech, high speed, built-in intelligence?

From just deep heat, deep time and particles?

From hot rock soup and chance coincidence?

The thought police believe in miracles,

But all of them are in denial though,

Hiding behind their academia.

That plain, ridiculous scenario

Is advertised by all mass media

As being scientific in some way.

But synchronize the hi-tech instruments:

Rock soup will never make some DNA,

And particles don't make intelligence.

Don't be distracted by their bluff and spin.

Our origin is not their origin.

17/2/2017

With all the power of their media,

Their bluff and atheistic spin,

The power of their academia,

Teaching the rocks to people origin

To set our current status quo somehow,

They cannot take away our common sense.

Their deeply held religious views are now

Passed off as scientific evidence.

So what's the how of that predicament?

A fallen, lost humanity that's how.

A change of heart is the requirement.

Hear that? Our destiny is calling now.

Dust off the common sense to reassess,

Beauty, precision and connectedness.

17/2/2017

How do we organize a change of heart?

What are the simple main requirements?

It's information first, before the start,

Then carefully dust off the common sense,

And serious resolve would help as well.

It's analysing prejudice, our own,

It's breaking through the evolution spell,

It's what believers everywhere have known,

It's only when we're touched, subliminal.

His DNA is transferred for rebirth,

And then, for them, the change, the miracle,

Eternity starts here, on planet Earth.

The information? Evolution's wrong:

The scientific evidence is strong.

17/2/2017

What's Energy? Let's do a little work.

It's technical, so concentrate somewhat.

All Energy is linked to doing Work:

One Joule equals one second by one watt.

When it's electrical, what is that watt?

A little transposition and we'll see.

Power: The rate of Energy, that's what.

What's Work? Conversion of some Energy.

If we have energy, we do some work,

If we do work, then it's with energy.

One Joule of Energy, one Joule of Work.

Okay? Power by Time is Energy.

So what's the bill for electricity?

Hours by Kilowatts. It's energy.

19/2/2017

What's energy? It's mixing time and space

With particles. So what's a particle?

When it's a neat description we now chase,

We go with something inspirational:

It's where eternity and awesome interact,

A power capsule veiled in mystery,

An understatement on what's power packed,

All primed, to play its part in energy.

They are precision to the Nth degree,

They have perfection as a quality,

They are identical in similarity

And super-fascinating to humanity.

Each is a microscopic miracle,

Each magical and each vibrational

19/2/2017

Are they all high and mighty with their news?

Of course they are, it's public interest, right?

'Who do we trust for all our nightly news'

Is their catch phrase on every second night.

We need to know about the violence,

And they'll be there, to capture every shot,

Or else the bloody aftermath for evidence.

They're vigilant, our Johnnie on the spot.

Who do we trust? They want it to be them.

It's good, old fashioned journalism, right?

They want us mesmerized on every gem,

As they epitomize all truth and light.

Do we exaggerate, on our mass media?

Go check them out, nothing is easier.

21/2/2017

When Energy and Work can interlink,

Then what say you of veiled eternity?

Oh concentrate my soul, what do you think?

You'll have to juggle your veiled destiny

With solid evidence from everywhere.

Make sure you check the physics in it all.

Yes check if God is there and does he care,

But you'll be needing physics for that call.

Work must be done to create energy,

And just a ball of nothingness won't do.

Cause and effect should guide inquiry,

So check it out to settle on a view.

An absolutely awesome cosmic cause.

The energy, the particles, the laws.

Cause and effect? A scientific view?

That would be absolutely yes.

Exactly what the instruments all do,

And by design, testing connectedness.

Check out how Work and Energy all work.

They both mesh perfectly with sacred verse.

There'll be no need to check out every quirk,

You'll see the patterns in the Universe.

Look right. The power and complexity,

Both understatements to the Nth degree.

Look left. A multiverse or deity.

Which one can do the work, has energy?

Oh soul, check out creation by design

Since Work and Energy both intertwine.

22/2/2017

Ah yes, eternity is purely spiritual.

Tick off that box when they say multiverse

And cast aspersions on your miracle.

Chill out my soul, you see a Universe

Of awesome vistas, high complexity.

A quantum singularity won't do.

You know of Work, to create Energy,

Then high technology, and chance won't do.

Those particles are technological,

And then perfection in connectedness.

Oh double check, my soul, what's spiritual.

Can it produce a cosmic miracle? Oh yes.

Ignore the spin the atheists exhort.

Omnipotence can handle human thought.

22/2/2017

When atheists speak of anthropic eyes,

They want the physical to dominate.

They want the Universe to self-arise

When there's a mystic veil to contemplate.

They want a cause that's not a deity.

Of that they're absolutely adamant.

For them, no cosmic creativity,

For them, illusion our predicament.

So can the physical be that veiled cause?

Can physical recalibrate the physical

To somehow give us other cosmic laws,

Other complexity, without a miracle?

The physical is not creative, right?

Denied imagination's taken flight.

22/2/2017

Oh contemplate with us the quantum dot

And power in that singular event.

Was it a miracle or random shot?

The power in that singular moment,

Gives us some insight to the multiverse.

Power: It's rate of change of Energy,

And oh, the energy. A Universe.

So can their vaunted singularity,

From nothingness, create the needed change

To make all things and stay beyond the veil?

There'll be the cosmic laws to rearrange,

And then complexity to blaze the trail.

A cosmic change? From what's just physical?

Makes nonsense of what's intellectual.

22/2/2017

From one transistor to the internet?

Look out, complexity, the technological.

A grand designer is a certain bet.

Your Universe is certain miracle.

It popped into existence, suddenly.

If that's not miracle, then nothing is,

Whether the multiverse or from eternity.

Ignore those atheistic summaries,

You see technology and skill down here,

That gives you confidence in deity.

You see design, you sense the engineer,

And confident with your true destiny.

Oh soul, dwell on the technological.

A Grand Designer is so logical.

22/2/2017

Yes, seven exo-planets have been found.

Another chance to ask if we're alone,

And yes they do, with media around.

They talk about the habitable zone,

The one the Earth is in, but by coincidence.

And yes, of course, their honour gone, they ask,

With wicked grin, and blatant inference,

Are we alone. They'll always stay on task.

Are they the enemy of truth and light?

Their task? They want to keep us in the know

With everything, it's business, right?

And catchy slogans make the business grow.

What's wrong with that, why do we even care?

Another veiled cheap shot to hit the air.

23/2/2017

Are Aussies racist, is the big headline.

Oh contemplate on media with us.

They're desperate to be their own headline,

They're experts, spinning the mysterious,

So put that line out there, to reel us in.

Must see TV. But take a look around,

We're lost humanity, no business win.

Will they be telling us something profound,

By showing how their cameras view a scene?

We're fairly confident it won't be new,

They'll say, the sky is blue, the grass is green.

Are we racist? Oh yes, that's what we do.

We're fallen, lost humanity, give us a break.

They won't be doing that. For business sake.

23/2/2017

When TV shows assess humanity,

What merchandise will they be peddling?

They peddle fear, it won't be destiny,

And they will never leave us wondering.

They preach the rocks to men scenario,

And sell calamity and violence.

Ah yes, there'll be a sport or cooking show

For interludes from senseless violence.

But then, short break, they're into it again.

We're fairly confident about their role,

With snide remarks about our origin:

We're not alone, and God has lost control.

Are they an enemy,,, of lost humanity?

When put like that, a deadly certainty.

23/2/2017

Oh check that water proto-universe.

The grandeur of that bubble called the deep.

A single word given in sacred verse,

An understatement on what can be deep.

A universe of latent promises

Condensed like rain from veiled eternity.

Potential blessings in those messages

Speaking of life, true love and destiny.

Then high complexity in H₂O,

His signature, purely subliminal,

His awesome creativity on show,

Had set a gem, beyond sensational.

Oh check on that illuminated sphere.

Day one. The water would be crystal clear.

24/2/2017

Dare we to see that choice is what it seems,

That future hope is not the realms of fools,

There is true destiny, real hidden streams,

We're more than simply random molecules,

And yes, our God has thought of everything?

Rocks for cement, timber for furniture,

Rocks for transistors, wood for anything,

Rocks for bench tops, paper for literature,

Look out, the plain and technological.

Dare we to dream of destiny? Oh yes.

We see the rocks, the biological,

Provisions and,,, fallen connectedness.

We do have choice, it's linked to destiny.

Yes everything, from veiled eternity.

25/2/2017

When thought police preach there's no deity,

Tell us they're honest intellectuals,

That doubt is fundamentalist stupidity

And we're just glorified vibrating particles,

They'll always have us reaching for the bells.

For them, it's chance and rock soup origins,

For them, there's no intelligence for cells,

And if there was, it's only aliens.

We ring the bells by signalling control.

When that is truly undeniable,

Intelligence has played its vital role.

Oh yes, we stress the technological.

Each cell is still beyond humanity.

Each packed with awesome high technology.

25/2/2017

A quick reminder on the cosmic cup.

When we debate the evolutionists,

If we ask them what's going down, what up,

They'll always talk about the quantum mists,

Ten to the minus something seconds in.

We want to know what gave the cup, the egg,

The mists, or proto-universe, its origin.

We happily concede what they have said,

But we want them to talk of cosmic laws,

The source of quantum life, the miracle.

But they produce a scientific cause,

Conveniently inaccessible.

We do that too, but no denials though.

A deity or not is still the go.

26/2/2017

When science gives a scientific cause,

Conveniently inaccessible,

Then rains on our parade about our cause,

Then indicates that's intellectual,

Then please excuse the frown or wicked grin.

The veil is real, they're in denial though.

To have a scientific origin,

Maybe they'll speak of a collider test,

The quantum realm, the scientific spin,

But when we check which evidence fits best,

It's still a veiled, creative origin.

That inaccessibility is obvious.

Plus veiled religious views are obvious.

26/2/2017

Oh contemplate the similarity

Between our deity and aliens,

To handle cosmic creativity.

All that technology in origins,

Or else alternative requirements.

Perfectly similar, suspiciously.

When we communicate the Testaments,

While they snub our eternal deity,

We use the Grand Designer inference,

They use rock chemicals in origins

And speak of overwhelming evidence.

For us, a deity. For them, the aliens.

Oh concentrate with us on destiny.

It's sensible, standard philosophy.

28/2/2017