far as we can tell over 80% of the known universe
is composed of dark matter. That means you and
me and all the planets and all the stars and
generally anything else that's detectable is
basically a cosmic afterthought. The universe
is a whole lot of dark matter... and us.
That information viewed through the lens of religion reveals a very sloppy Creator.
After all, when you make soup you gather only enough ingredients for the dish
and get cooking. In God's case he evidently made a pot of oatmeal and then threw
in a side of beef to spice it up.
So, really, the Bible should begin "And God said, Let there be dark." Because
there is dark... lots of it.
comic also points to one of my central questions
about modern Catholicism. Namely, from whence
did our favorite little Hairy Thunderer originate?
I'm in that corner that tends to believe he
had a mummy and a daddy just like you and me
understand human nature
as well as he does? That's nurture at work there,
And he had to have some practice at whupping
up entire universes as even all-powerful deities
can't always get it perfect the first time.
Hell, look at us.
If you think about it, our entire existence could be dependent
on some busy work God's mom foisted upon him to keep his
mind off girls. It was either fabricate the whole
of creation... or model trains.
I just spent the past two days on the cell phone
fuming in impotent rage at AT&T because I
made the horrible mistake of attempting
to improve my internet fortunes.
The lads in
the ordering department neglected to tell me
that my land-line would be disconnected
so when things went wrong, and BOY did they go
wrong, I got to watch the cell-phone meter run
at ten cents a minute for the next six hours,
over two days, as a string of multi-level nincompoops
fiddled witlessly with
I swear that the entire time
on the phone I was muttering to myself "My name is Inigo Montoya.
You have killed my internet connection. Prepare to die."
Currently I'm back online but
the new VOIP set-up, a "feature" of
U-Verse, has a perverse tendency to (A)
refuse to accept
calls from Verizon (Sorry, Pookums) or (B)
drop every other word of a conversation.
It's been frustrating enough that I've seriously
considered migrating to another provider
but, here in Dallas,
AT&T has a sweet little monopoly going
Now pardon me while I go chew on a table leg.
One more thing: darkmatter.com