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We are not accidental like a spill, incidentals, we are Elementals of love, with a will and lifeblood. We are deliberate, destined, designed by a loving designer. A dance of atoms and stardust in a solar system made for us, constellate signs, seasons- reminders. Did you know the exact calculations of the Sun, the Moon, the Poetry is Prospectus. Exactly close enough and distant to not wreck us. You are a soul with Principality and Place. Do you feel like nothing? Do you feel like an accident? Have you ever laughed at a Cat with cobwebs on it's face? We are fashioned in duplicate, except for the connectors. Let me ask you, do you think that we could be created from accident without external brain knowing what to form into? Strands by stranded ungland non hand? No, we are of exact coding without one blemish or we would perish. Then, to do it again for every cell built upon in nucleotide compassed abide, for the other sex done again by haphazard spin? Accidental miracle magic in exactly the same way except for the convenient knowledge of womb, baby bin, attraction, impeccable educated guessing allowance in reproduction. How did we survive the chaos in order to build on and on? What created the raw material to spawn? Why do we wonder, have curiousity and the blues? Why is joy a thing? Why do kids show off a new pair of shoes? The alternative to creation is infinitely more implausible. Creation is causable, romantic and electric, pausible, genuflectic. Besides, the Bible has Prophecy, and all is coming true. You will see.