Sunday, 27 May 2012
Before I was born again I saw nature as an imperfect image. I looked at the plants and the animals that are full of such beauty and saw chaos. It was a mess of evolutionary decay. A series of mistakes that just happened to survive through millions of failed mutations. An imperfect world that had no meaning. I only saw order in purity of mathematics and in the machines we created to bring about that mathematical purity into our reality. Today I look with joy at the same plants and animals and see an intelligent designer that gives everything meaning and despite the same apparent chaos I see order through design. I realise that the reason I saw chaos before is I was I misinterpreted. This wasn't mathematical design I was looking at. This was art.