Biology homework response again, I guess creation issues inspire prose poetry from me... It's inspired by this quote: “If you rewound the clock several hundred million years, and then allowed evolution to proceed forward again, you might end up with a very different outcome” (Collins, 204-5).
Evolution?
Rather than a flood this time, God decides to completely redo the entirety of creation. No more humans and animals to repopulate, no more land and water, earth and sky, night and day. But being that it’s the seventh day, God is resting. To save himself some trouble of the thunderbolt throwing and lightning cloud formulating, he takes out his large pocket watch and winds it up into fourth and fifth dimensions. The watch clicks, pops, jumps like a wingless penguin soaring high across the sky, and emits a sweetly foul smell. The time hand whizzes to liquid white-black, the space hand dissolves and reappears in a translucent form while the light hand dances across the face and sings an eerie aharmonic song. The stars roar and the ocean blinks, the land floats and the sky falls. Animals begin falling apart, pieces breaking off with every step, stroke and flutter. Swirls form, mini Tasmanian devils who soak continents into their pores as they mate and multiply through wind whispers. After the light hand strikes Nothing, the full funnel of emptiness is sucked into the clock, and God begins again.
Evolution?
Rather than a flood this time, God decides to completely redo the entirety of creation. No more humans and animals to repopulate, no more land and water, earth and sky, night and day. But being that it’s the seventh day, God is resting. To save himself some trouble of the thunderbolt throwing and lightning cloud formulating, he takes out his large pocket watch and winds it up into fourth and fifth dimensions. The watch clicks, pops, jumps like a wingless penguin soaring high across the sky, and emits a sweetly foul smell. The time hand whizzes to liquid white-black, the space hand dissolves and reappears in a translucent form while the light hand dances across the face and sings an eerie aharmonic song. The stars roar and the ocean blinks, the land floats and the sky falls. Animals begin falling apart, pieces breaking off with every step, stroke and flutter. Swirls form, mini Tasmanian devils who soak continents into their pores as they mate and multiply through wind whispers. After the light hand strikes Nothing, the full funnel of emptiness is sucked into the clock, and God begins again.
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