evolution baloney

without

faith,

without an inkling of some

sort of

religious

fervor

in one's bones,

abandoning

the idea

of an intelligent

creator,

you take towards

the lineage

of monkeys.

a puddle

of cells

struck by lightning.

what will a few million

years

do,

to give us form.

all of it a giant cup

of atheistic

crazy.

throw some wires,

some bricks

and steel, some glass

some wood,

and plastic

into a pile. i doubt

that in a billion years

a building

will rise

and work as well as

we do.

cell by intricate cell.