Did God throw an anchor after He created this world that we call home?
To forever pivot around and around old Sol until the restraint breaks and we drift away into the abyss of the cosmos?
What of the other planets whose woes were written millions of years before ours?
Are we the only ones still bound, or are we simply too inept to understand the truth?
A single molecule is but a part of a grander scheme.
It is one that our wildest imaginations cannot conjure.
What of that?
Are we too, just a microscopic speck in a puzzle too daunting to comprehend?
The mustard seed pales in the face of the Giant Sequoia, and yet there it is.
Do we even want to know?
Who are we to seek such knowledge?
How dare we encroach upon so magnificent a design.
Yes, we are but specks…
And the world continues to turn in the mighty wake of the sun…