Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
This is part of an ongoing examination of likelihood of the existence of god based on claims that he created the universe and of his perfection.
My eyesight is pretty good up to about 2 feet away. Any further than that, however, and I couldn't tell my kids from Kid Rock without my glasses. Like a lot of people, I depend on my glasses. Too bad my eyes aren't as perfect as the being that supposedly created them.
Although god, the alleged creator of man, is perfect and able to do anything, it seems that he doesn't have complete control over the entire production cycle; if he did, a lot of optometrists would be out of work. You'd think an all-powerful, perfect and loving god would be able to conjure up some eyeballs that didn't go wonky for a fair portion of his creations.
Unfortunately for me and a whole lot of the rest of us, that ain't the case. Some of us are born with poor -- or even no -- eyesight and most of the rest of us get to experience the joy of continually declining optical ability. Even if we can accept our physical limitations, it's still a royal pain having to continuously switch between wearing glasses and not, trying to keep the lenses clean and scratch free, and shelling out hundreds of dollars per pair -- all tasks I'd just as soon avoid, thank you very much.
So, do you think that our ocular issues stem from poor design, inferior craftsmanship, or just lousy quality control? Or, perhaps, is it because our eyes have evolved from mere light-sensitive patches into reasonably high-functioning organs and, thanks to no longer being depended on our eyesight for survival and our ability to overcome defects through technology, we haven't needed to evolve our eyesight any further?
This last explanation seems the simplest -- there is no design involved, just ordinary, everyday evolution. Evolution and natural selection do not move towards perfection but towards "good enough". Our eyes are indeed good enough, as is the natural explanation that leaves out a buffoon of a god.
If you're having trouble seeing my point, perhaps you need your eyes checked -- or prayed over; it's your choice. Now where did I put my glasses?