Now I don’t claim to be an authority on mollusks or clams. In fact I had to read up on them. This morning I was contemplating the very wonders of this shell–a shell I called a
clam. It’s beautiful to behold. And I wondered what the white patch was, figuring it was an attachment point–and then wondered about its genesis. I began seeing a finger–a pointing finger and I listened to what it was asking of me. Heard a whisper of the lesson wrapped up in this fragile remnant of life.
How had it come to be, this what-was-once a luminescent creature? Where had its life begun? Where had it been? And what were the odds that from inception to now, it would end up on my sitting bench?
From mollusks to humans, isn’t it clear that some higher energy/force/being (whatever name you put on it) creates miracles, not mistakes? Tell that to our legislators.
There’s a correlation here between the perfection of creation–be it mollusk or human– and the arrogance of the NC General Assembly. If there is any doubt, just check out NC HB2. Discrimination at its best.