It's only 11:30 and I'm already in the Chair.
I'm about an hour'n'half early for my nocturnal perching, but, as the song alludes to -
"it's 1 o'clock somewhere".
There's a light fog making the street glow in the lamplight.
My mind turns up its collar, pulls its fedora down a bit, and strolls out into the dark.
Only to meet up with God.
And Howard.
I start thinking about beginnings. And I didn't stop until I get to the, well, Beginning.
Before there was anything, I see only two choices that I can think of . . . God and Howard.
God, the Supreme Being.
Howard, the Supreme Hydrogen Atom.
That's it.
That's the fact that hides under a lot of zeros, buried so deep that I don't take an honest look at it.
But remove eleventy bazillion years of zeros and there it is.
The Choice.
God.
Or Howard.
Both Choices are acts of Faith.
It's a past so far back that even Mr. Peabody and the Way Back Machine fall woefully short.
(And if ya get that reference, then ya gotta a chunk of past, there Bullwinkle.
And you can call me Rocky.)
God or Howard. It's my choice.
An intelligent Creator who, if the Book is to believed, loves me.
Or Howard, the hydrogen atom, who kept splitting, utilizing all those years of zeros, to accidentally walk a protozoa out of the primeval ooze, and with still more zeros, have it walk upright and then become man.
Of course, there are mornings where I relate better to waiting a million years to move forward, i.e., getting out of bed, but I think that has more to do with personal discipline than personal philosophy.
Or personal theology and faith.
Every year I have faith that the Packers will go all the way and bring home "the Vince" to Green Bay once more.
But that's only 20 weeks worth of faith.
And some years it is sorely misplaced.
But eleventy bazillion years?
I dunno.
I guess I'll go with what makes the most sense.
After all, He says He has been here before time.
That He knows me.
And loves me so much He would die for me.
Just so I could be with Him.
I haven't heard a peep outta Howard.
It all boils down to what we're all stupid enough to believe.
I guess I'm stupid enough to believe Him.
Sooooooo.
What are you stupid enough to believe?