Our Wondrous World

Nature is the queen of beauty.  Every structure, every work of art, that we consider beautiful is a mere reproduction of nature.  Even our 'modern' architecture is but a reproduction of nature-  namely crystalline formations.  We are nature's most advanced members, yet even we are not capable of a natural level of construction.  Snow often looks ugly by the side of a road, or on a path, yet, that ugliness comes from us, not nature.  Where one animal walks, the snow is disturbed in an almost artistic way.  Where the snow is blackened and ugly, it is only by our own creations.  Nature is far beyond our comprehension and imagination.  No mere mind, no chance or fate could make this glorious creation.  Looking upon these amazing forms, one cannot help but conclude that nature is the master work of a hand beyond our comprehension.  So long we have lived on this world, one in a universe composed of billions of stars and planets, enormous beyond imagination, minutely and even mathematically precise, yet, we barely understand ourselves.  We cannot reproduce life, or even simulate it.  Even if we can eventually simulate life, we do not understand it.  We do not know why we feel emotion, or perceive beauty, or even why we bother to think at all.  We cannot produce anything even close to the flawless design of our own bodies. Yet, the leaders of our world, of our communities, of our schools, would have us believe that all of this happened by chance.  If there is any argument against evolution, it is that we can consider evolution at all.  We are far beyond any possibility of random creation.  The human brain is a structure of such minute complexity and simplicity of design that it is more advanced than our largest supercomputers.  The universe, is so precise as to defy any possibility of its formation by random chance.  We can observe it and be amazed by it, yet we don't truly understand it.  Take these mathematical principles:  The sum of a series of numbers (1+2+3+...+n) is equal to n(n+1)/2.  The sum of a series of cubed numbers is equal to that same formula, squared.  (n(n+1)/2)^2.  It just is.  There is no clear mathematical connection. The equation for the area of a circle is pi*r^2.  Pi is, as far as we know, an infinite decimal!  We can calculate it to hundreds of decimal points, and it just keeps going.  Our bodies are structured to be a perfect machine, from the individual molecules used in our bodies, on up to the structure of our skeleton and the unfathomable sophistication of the human brain.  We are still having trouble just simulating the motion of a human hip!  (For prosthetics, or robots.)  All of this, without an intelligent designer, makes no sense.  Our universe, which by the laws of physics tends toward disorder, is yet an orderly masterpiece, put together with such exquisite attention to detail as would take every human on Earth ever born, working together, millions of years to design.  We live in a world of wonder.  And all of it, when we finally look beyond our own conceit and self-importance, is beautiful.