I do not know why Landon came first and I do not know why Alexa came last.... I do not know why boy, then girl, then boy, then girl again came in that order.
One small degree of variation and this picture could possibly look quite different. One degree.....one decision..... has made all the difference.
Is it all by chance? Coincidence.... or nature's random throw of the DNA dice?
When I look at this picture....or any picture for that matter where there is a grouping of family, I simply cannot accept this as happenstance, accidental or the random sum of a cosmetological chemistry lab experiment. I get that it would be nice to have evidence, more facts.... we like to know things sure.... but, nice for whom? Us? ha! I think the real answers would fry our pea brains. How could one gaze at and consider the whole sum of their family, consider the connections, bringing little people into this community, the learning and growth, yes, especially the love and not wonder that there could be some purpose, some other non-mathematical equation that puts this life puzzle together for us. Why do we have to understand everything? Don't questions keep us moving, thinking and searching? What would be the fun in knowing all the answers anyway?
I believe the rabid chasing of non-spiritually oriented data, facts and logic to explain our existence is actually an excuse for the weak. To think there are those that would rather feel content knowing that a cosmic collision of dust and gas out in space is where you came from? Really.....? They want that to be their "Mom" and "Dad?" ...... Ick! They would go to their dusty and rocky grave with smiles on their faces and peace in their hearts that maybe someday they too can be some icy comet that collides with some other outer space debris to cause the next explosion and become an micro ameoba and start that glorious evolutionary cycle again... oh my, I think I am getting goosebumps! How exciting!.... How meaningful! This line of reckoning provides meaning in their lives??
They want to kick the only thing that beautifully describes the possibility of where we came from, whow we are, what our purpose is and where we might be going next smack in the face.....meaning: Religion. Men definitely get in the way of religion, for sure.... in every single flavor, but isn't it pretty amazing that most of us in this world choose to aspire to believe in something beyond and bigger than us, despite our frailties and weakness. If religion was completely false, it wouldn't work for so many and for so long. What if religion isn't the end.... but just the means? What if it is really like the game of 'Clue'; designed to see if we can take the initiative and find stuff out... looking for heavenly clues placed around us in our lives, piecing things here and there to finally come to the right conclusions. Flawed or not, I choose religion. I choose higher purpose. I choose to believe this union; family.... persists... forever. Mostly because of love. Love is the mystery.... love is the magic.....love is the majesty of our existence. It is the glue in families. It ultimately binds us to whatever is out there....
You want to go play in a briny evolutionary soup? ok... enjoy! To each his own, thank goodness.
As for me.... when I look at this picture... I will let the tears of indescribable joy roll down my face, feel the burning of my heart and the lump in my throat 'foolishly' lead me to the 'vain' hope of being together forever, forever learning, forever progressing, forever loving..... Yeah, what a stupid doped-up hogwash idea that is....
You choose primordial soup.....I choose people with passion and purpose. So leave me alone about it then......but then you probably can't... cause down deep you really do know, or secretly want to....because you can't possibly stand seeing me content without answers.
Get over it... Families rule and the Godless drool.
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