Given the obvious sense of humour of whoever created the cosmos [vicious sadistic malevolence] it would make sense for them to time reglaciation for just when when humans are having a world record jamboree in Copenhagen to worry about the opposite.
Who or what else would create invisible microbes that, until the invention of the microscope and antibiotics, did astonishingly enormous damage in a quite stealthy way, sparing no one?
There are many other examples of this vicious, sadistic malevolence. Pestilence is just the beginning; there are also wars, natural disasters which occur without warning, the freedom allowed lunatic psychopaths who somehow through the entity's intercession are allowed to hold enormous power, etc.
But the single most curious thing this entity did is to somehow inculcate into humans the idea that it is worthy of love and adoration because of its own love and affection for us.
If what we have been showered with over the ages is love and affection, we should be doubly thankful that this entity is not vengeful or otherwise inclined to severity for I don't know that we could survive even a small pique of anger.
Enjoy this:
positiveatheism.org
A short excerpt:
Noah and his family were saved -- if that could be called an advantage. I throw in the if for the reason that there has never been an intelligent person of the age of sixty who would consent to live his life over again. His or anyone else's. The Family were saved, yes, but they were not comfortable, for they were full of microbes. Full to the eyebrows; fat with them, obese with them, distended like balloons. It was a disagreeable condition, but it could not be helped, because enough microbes had to be saved to supply the future races of men with desolating diseases, and there were but eight persons on board to serve as hotels for them. The microbes were by far the most important part of the Ark's cargo, and the part the Creator was most anxious about and most infatuated with. They had to have good nourishment and pleasant accommodations. There were typhoid germs, and cholera germs, and hydrophobia germs, and lockjaw germs, and consumption germs, and black-plague germs, and some hundreds of other aristocrats, specially precious creations, golden bearers of God's love to man, blessed gifts of the infatuated Father to his children -- all of which had to be sumptuously housed and richly entertained; these were located in the choicest places the interiors of the Family could furnish: in the lungs, in the heart, in the brain, in the kidneys, in the blood, in the guts. In the guts particularly. The great intestine was the favorite resort. There they gathered, by countless billions, and worked, and fed, and squirmed, and sang hymns of praise and thanksgiving; and at night when it was quiet you could hear the soft murmur of it. The large intestine was in effect their heaven. |
