Do not tell me that you look onto a sunset and sunrise, enjoying all its beauty and that you take this perfect machine, which all other machines should be derived from, the human body, and you still don't believe in God, or a higher being!
Or that when you listen to the chirping of the birds in harmony
Or when you observe a flower, for all its beauty, and the bee, oh bee! Bumblebee you too have your place and purpose pollinating and making honey. And even the fly, for it pollinates the not so fragrant flowers, those that give odors of raw meat.
From the centipedes, millipedes, dinosaurs, raccoons, squirrels, bunnies, ladies, men, trees, clouds, water, fire everything has its place. Everything with its vibrant beauty and you still don't believe in a higher being? What are you days like? Do you even feel the Christmas spirit? Can you?
Wait, Is it your place, not to believe? If so why? What are the positives, perhaps the purpose?
And I must end on this point