Evolution

Evolution Not God It is the case that there is no God, He does not exist, he is not the one, He is not there, he’s not everyone’s invisible puppet, It is not personal, he is not the Son. Evolution is true, I know it inside myself: We are all evolving into better people; Everyday, month or year we change ourselves, By the physical, the social or psychological. In a theory of imperfection and improvement, Where creatures lived, died and struggled to survive, The best emerged to mate in steady continuum, With truth preservation being slowly contrived. Gene survival was actively, brainily intended, And it was not random by any means: Variation and freedom were valued, Through mating calls which selected the real scenes. In a mix of random, cause and free by environment, The most accepted plumages became the norm, Where an individual’s image was treasured, Through normalisation’s preliminary storms. It made freaks normal by population, Over time, by ubiquitous adaptation, In courses set by random mutation, Through small steps of incrementation. All that occurred was by genetic drift, Where lucky individuals left behind, by chance, Their genes, more and better, So as genetic makeup to enhance. Variation was the way of life, By successions of amenable chance, Which encountered the permanent in time, By having what was chosen in a first glance. Partnership was indeed part of the whole process, The chariot in which one was made special, The origin of species was in the choosing, Of a mate who may have initially been just a potential. Tribal screams derided sometimes dying predators, Who were not to have the hunter-gatherer life, As they suffered violent subordination, To the special, those with a wife. Muscles adapt to the relentless environment, And an individual’s descendants are similarly strong: A goat born with no front legs, Will walk like a kangaroo, and be a hop-along. The fossil record is indeed imperfect with gaps, Because small changes in species may be just that; And plants and animals are distributed geographically, Because their context is also their hat. Social Darwinists were wrong, When they called the Great War societal purification; We all have the freedom to interact, In blind determination. The danger with any good thing or theory, Is that it can be overdone and parts overemphasised; Evolution sweeps down with such immense comprehension, That you may need quietly corrected for deductions falsely theorised. I have never been more met, Than by evolution theory - not a fallacy, Because in it death is intrinsic to life, By speciations mechanism that is primacy. Evolution explained life to me, When I was thirteen and without my brother, It explained death, love, and suffering, And it helped me with my mother. Evolution speaks of suffering and pain as interwoven, In happiness, peace, industry and effort; The theory helped me make decisions to prosper, To use my brain, to speak and not retort. Don't let superstition make you gullible, To ideas that seem to be acceptable, Because skepticism is a rational process, From a lack of information about the probable. Your partner is the one, your son is the Son: Prayers are just feelings, thoughts and vents, Which pertain to a needless, non-existent, self-fulfilling carer, That entertains ones own interests and events. God does not exist at all, We are all born atheists, It is people that we pleasure in whatever way, And bruise only them when we resist. One cannot reason with the existence of God, And the rational mind doth hiss, That a complex structure’s blocks are more simple, Than its original synthesis. Something big is made from many smaller things: A square is made from four lines; God is a very complex entity, So where did he come from, fermented wines? We can only go on what has been said about God, To describe this societal construct, Which is crafted by those who are religious, In a guilting, emotional act. I am not a Christian - Jesus is dead: And all religion is devious; To presume that an omnipotent superiority, Presides over the pleasant frivolous! Billy Graham took advantage of people, When they most needed to know, About death, and why we lost so many, In the wars so great and low. You don't need God to accept a death, You just need to grieve and remember, Their memories and contributions, And in this case, the freedom it was over. Is a belief about growth and interactivity not better, Than a faith in a creation decision, To explain our development, achievements and advances, Which occur by everyday determination? Existentially we exist with desires and creativity, And come under the many memes that society births; And hope in relational, charging relativity, And in people, their various attributions of worth. This relationality is special and built-in, In skirmishes, fancies, desires and flights, And we can have rationality and reason, In the aspirations within our sights. We intend because we were intended, By life’s dichotomy of chance and selection; One cannot explain why God exists, But I can explain why I exist - by evolution. Rhoda Monihan