Your argument is even more rediculous when you consider that even a frothy mouthed, holy-rolling hell-on-wheels knows we came from rocks. The bible describes god shaping man of clay then breathed life into him. When you are buried, the words: "Earth to Earth, dust to dust." are said over your carcass. What is clay, earth and dust? It's dirt. What is dirt? It's rock... broken down to dirt.

If you can't get your head around that, you better tell the preacher, before you kick the bucket, to change his words consigning your body back to the dirt from whence it came. Obviously god didn't breath quite hard enough on your head. It's still full of clay.


When you talk to me like I'm five, I want to write on you with a crayon. -- Joanna Hoffman