I believe in evolution. I also believe that was God’s way of creating humanity. (We still don’t know the fine details.) I have problems with my evolutionary self (my genes) so that I’m not always ready to do the dishes after Loretta has slaved to prepare a fine meal. And I get enthralled when I’m on Facebook and supposed to be writing this blog.
The other night I was sure there was a firefly dancing around my smoke alarm. I got a sheaf of papers to swat it, and on closer inspection found it was the active light on the alarm. I’m supposed to depend on these eyes when driving in traffic?
I’ll not despair. I just won’t do things that require a strong young man anymore. I’ll relax into that lazy, son-of-a-gun and wait for my son to come by.
Civilization 