With that in mind, let us consider how the human species came into existence. The evidence is clear; we are a potter's puppet; a bricolage of animal bits and clever balancing.
But I have long had this view. Hence my poem, which states, "To make us in his image, He had to give us hands."
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I actually find it more difficult to believe in evolution (”Mother Nature” accidentally and randomly “creating life” in all of its simultaneously living chemistry, biology, and inter-related splendor within even one cell that replicates itself) than in God. Or an Intelligent Designer who started things as written, then let them continue.