I'm finishing up a biology degree and have a Darwin tattoo so this is a topic near and dear...
WELCOME TO THE BOARD! WELCOME TO THE BOARD! WELCOME TO THE BOARD!
I stand by my theory that we are a highschool experiment of a teenage extraterrestrial who was thinking about the girl he was crushing on as he mixed chemicals in his science class. Unknowingly he created life as we know it, but threw the petrie dish into the garbage when the class bell rang. The janitor dumped the trash and it was taken to the dump, where those first few cells flourished and took hold, eventually evolving into the breathtaking variety of species we see to day. In the absence of the knowledge of the pimply faced teenage boy with a crush, we have created glorious gods.
The boy knows not what he has done. He's moved on and has probably finished college by now, (time moves differently for him). Could he be our god? I suppose, but he is unaware of our existence. In other words, HE doesn't belief in US. We have ventured out into this garbage dump. We gaze at it through telescopes. We are quite concerned with it. My hope is that one day we find some other Who's. In the meantime, we could raise our collective voice and let out a faint but distinct call, "We Are Here, We Are Here."
I may be working from the wrong scriptures.
NC