I dare you

While contemplating what is plumb (vertical) and what is level, (horizontal) the thought occurred to me.

Without God in mind, the common atheist (as good a person as he may be) is just a simple mass or glob of irrelevance. Prove me wrong. I dare you. I dare the likes of DeGrasse, Nye, Maher, Sagan now departed, or any woman on earth who makes the claim of a godless existence, to try to defend that YOU are relevant and have a purpose.

You may try. You can makes excuses. You can defend cosmic irrelevance with a crooked smile, but you will fail in any court of law where common sense is the ultimate jurist.

Without design, there is no intelligence. Without intelligence, there is no blueprint. Without a blueprint, there is no Burj Kalifa. Without aforethought, there is no planning of streams, rivers, lakes, oceans. There are no mountains. Mighty Everest could not stand without a foundation, immoveable. The Sears tower would topple without engineering of the massive pillars hidden beneath the ground.

There would be no blood nor need, no bone, no sinew, no thumbs, no feet, no where to go, for walking requires intelligence.

So too, life without a print, would be irrelevant. I would have right to take anything, anywhere, anytime. I could steal your cow, shoot your windows, burn your home, destroy your cornfield with gasoline, and go to sleep, having done NOTHING wrong, for after all, life and me are easily irrelevant. There is no higher purpose, and every man has his birth right to do what is right in HIS OWN EYES.

I dare you to disagree, that is, unless, there is one God with whom you have to do. And there is. And He does. I dare you to defend your random existence of accidental and purposelessness. You cannot. For purpose requires, no, DEMANDS intelligence.

And yet, in all this, in this world of anarchy, lawlessness, disorder, there is immeasurable beauty that supercedes all else, there is the daily harmony of the simple stream that does not care who votes for who, who steals from who, but which runs along, as it always has, cascading and making the sounds of water over stones, sounds which no early maestro can muster, but we do not pay attention to the true Conductor, who is ever so patient with the blindness and deafness of men who defy Him.

God is good like that, but be careful what you do with that dare.