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Friday, 24 September 2010

Science And God (s)

Imagine the conversation?

Science: "We don't believe in You"

God (s): "Oh" ... "er.... why not, exactly?"

Science: "We figured out we have a choice and decided to do away with you, you aren't necessary and besides, we couldn't find any evidence"

God: "Oh dear, oh I see"

God thinks for a short while (for humour) "So, let me get this right. What you're  saying is, you can prove I don't exist and if I DO exist, there's no evidence?"

Science: "Hm.... that seems to be about the nature of it"

God: "Oh"

(God thinks for a bit again)

God: "Right, so,if you don't believe in God, the promise of heaven - you don't believe in that either, but you believe about choice, that's right, isn't it?"

Science: "Erm, yes, that just about sums it up"

God: "Because you want that choice?"

Science: "Er, well, obviously we'd want our choice"

God: "Oh, okay then. So, what do I have to do?"

Science: "You don't do anything"

God: "Ah right, what about my choice?"





I remember being in a French Language class at High School. I had wanted to learn the language but I wasn't impressed with the teacher. She was nervous, didn't understand children at all and unwelcoming. She had started the class off in taking turns reading the text from a French language book. I got bored listening to the others stumbling over each syllable of every word. I allowed my mind to wander, probably as far as the boys changing rooms - Paddy had PE on the same days I had French and the class overlooked the boys changing rooms. (It's a long story - you had to be there).

Anyway, my attention was brought back sharply by the teacher, Miss Llewellyn, saying, with a smug smirk on her face, "Carry on reading for us Barbara!" - expecting me to be flustered (beg students for pointers - you know the sort of thing) in stead, I smirked back, and read in perfect dialectish French exactly where the previous student had left off. I was almost as amazed myself, I'd not been reading at all, my book was unopen, I'd had to open it and quickly scan the page I thought was most Likely, and found the previous sentence by Chance (?). The 'look' on her face (because I kept lifting my head to watch her expression) was a picture.

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