Something happened, right?  I mean, we’re here…unless we’re all simply figments of Rod Serling’s imagination.  In fact, our minuscule brains can’t begin to comprehend The Creation any more than say, the popularity of Dancing With the Stars.  So, we have made up any number of ridiculous scenarios, banded together in self-righteous congregations and chosen to fight to the death to uphold the bullshit that the super god who whipped everything up in seven days is truer than the popped-out-of-a-volcano dude or the blackboard filling equation equaling a Big Bang.  And, unless you’re a follower of that boob evangelist who keeps updating the end of days, (if he lives long enough he still might get it right), a look up into the night sky, (from a place where you can actually see the night sky), should give you a sense that we are but sub-microscopic nits on the tiniest speck floating in a sea of infinite dimension.  Can anything that we think possibly mean squat to the cosmos beyond our lists of FaceBook friends?  Philosophers have contemplated these mysteries since the dawn of man; what was there the instant before?; if a supreme being is the creator, who created him/her/woof?; what’s next for Regis?  Man was not created by the god(s) of any of these beliefs, quite the contrary, and on our lonely speck, only man is all powerful enough to solve the seemingly insurmountable problems before us…if only he was that benevolent.