How fragile things are. Remove a single element from the foundation and watch the temple fall. Could this all have simply just 'come to be?' in a cosmic cloud? A big bang? The arrangement of our very existence has too many finite variables to say that we are here by chance. Our human experience is undoubtedly handcrafted - designed. Rainbows in the puddles remind us of the Heavenly Father's promise to mankind never to bring disaster by water again. Will we instantiate our own disaster. Self-demise? (Well even that is foretold.) It is not for man to guide his own footsteps. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I remember hearing the thunder in the dorms in Oklahoma. It sounded as if God Himself was beating on the ceilings. I actually thought the end had arrived. I was in such awe of the power I was witnessing. Looking out at the flatlands seeing random rays of lightening touch the earth's surface forces you to pay homage to Higher Powers.
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