David Attenborough

I don’t know [why we’re here]. People sometimes say to me, ‘Why don’t you admit that the humming bird, the butterfly, the bird of paradice… are proof of the wonderful things produced by creation?’
And I always say, well when you say that, you’ve also got to think of a little boy sitting on a river ban, like here, in West Africa, that’s got a little worm, a living organism, in his eye and boring through the eyeball and is slowly turning him blind. The creator god that you believe in, presumably, also made that little worm. Now I personally find that difficult to accommodate…”

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  1. I like reading your words they’re like the salty ceaamrl shake at Alamo Drafthouse. I agree with what you say, particularly the sense of vertigo experienced when trying to fathom the infinite, or that which cannot be known. The pictures are a powerful reminder of the similarities in the collective experiences of the divine. And I LOVE Frida’s piece!

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