creation myth On one hand, I believe the no-nonsense telling of how we got here. The single cell that multiplied, the fish that grew legs and crawled to land, the apes that started to walk upright. Some days, I think that is all there was to it. A big bang and dumb luck. And yet: You looked so angelic that first morning, I found myself thinking that the bridge of your nose must have been sculpted by careful, divine fingertips. That surely your lips were etched onto your face by something that loves you. That only a holy mind could have come up with an idea as good as us.
