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"The precision [of the universe] is so utterly fantastic, so mathematically breath-taking, that it's just plain silly to think it could have been an accident...the very fact that skeptics have to come up with such an outlandish theory [i.e. big bang] is because the fine-tuning of the universe points powerfully toward an Intelligent Designer -- and some people will hypothesize anything to avoid reaching that conclusion." J.P. Moreland

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One more, then I'm outta here (I promise!! I've never posted so much in my entire FReeper life!!) From How Now Shall We Live?, by Colson and Pearcey....

In William Steig's "Yellow & Pink," a delightfully whimsical picture book for children, two wooden figures wake up to find themselves lying on an old newspaper in the hot sun. One figure is painted yellow, the other pink.

Suddenly, Yellow sits up and asks, "Do you know what we're doing here?"

"No," replies Pink. "I don't even remember getting here."

So begins a debate between the two marionettes over the origin of their existence.

Pink surveys their well-formed features and concludes, "Someone must have made us."

Yellow disagrees. "I say we're an acident," and he outlines a hypothetical scenario of how it might have happened. A branch might have broken off a tree and fallen on a sharp rock, splitting one end of the branch into two legs. Then the wind might have sent it tumbling down a hill until it was chipped and shaped. Perhaps a flash of lightning struck in such a way as to splinter the wood into arms and fingers. Eyes might have been formed by woodpeckers boring into the wood.

"With enough time...lots of unusual things could happen," says Yellow. "Why not us?"

The two figures argue back and forth.

In the end, the discussion is cut off by the appearance of a man coming out of a nearby house. He strolls over to the marionettes, picks them up, and checks their paint. "Nice and dry," he comments, and tucking them under his arm, he heads back toward the house.

Peering out from under the man's arm, Yellow whispers in Pink's ear, "Who is this guy?"