For me Andy, as you know, I do believe in evolutionary adaption. After all, if I place myself in the impossible position of our Creator for just a moment, then if I were to design a unique and magical planet, fit for one of my likeness, then I would certainly build in an adaption feature, otherwise my creation would go obsolete fairly quickly. But adaptive evolution does not imply creation, not can it.
I prefer to rely on the logic of Math and this book applies the thesis that by pure Math alone a Creator has to be postulated. The synopsis is worth a read IMHO
I love plants but don't force me to eat them. Dead animal and plant remains often recycle themselves in the backyard or wilderness. So when I pass on, any old ravine will do for me.
You'd need a massive urn for the dry freezing option if body weight reduced by just 30%! Both my parents were cremated. Father died first, he was a quiet man, no preferences spoken of where he'd end up. Took my mum a long time to act. She kept hearing her name being called by him after his urn was put into the airing cupboard to avoid any shock from decorators brought in several months after his death. One fine late spring day I invited mum for a drive out to the beautiful Yorkshire Dales and suggested we took dad too. He was strapped in securely in rear seat. We drove all over, had lunch in delightful hostelry before driving to more remote area with one track roads. We found a beautiful tranquil spot with a stream that eventually goes out to sea at Hull. We said a few words as we scattered his ashes in the stream. A few sheep were the only witnesses. I realised the preferences of where mum wanted her ashes to be needed to be asked so some time later I asked her. She said she wanted to be somewhere high, light and airy! Fortunately several years passed before this had to be executed. Travelling to Mt Everest was out of the question. I even looked into being incorporated into a firework, or being released by a high flying drone but this involves landowner permission, rules for drones, etc. So, back to map looking for suitable high spot! This was found, from summit views to North sea one way, other views of national park. Midweek chosen to avoid crowds at this beauty spot. Alas! So many people on the plateau making it impossible to cast her into the wind - "Will you all stand back, please, upwind, preferably, whilst I put my mother on her final journey?" Those are the words I wanted to say, but daren't. Some visitors were a school field trip and I didn't want to scar them for life should any ashes contaminate them. We had to resort to covertly trickle her ashes on the various paths leading to the summit instead, reminicent of how the soil from the tunnel was disposed of in the movie, The Great Escape! I did my best.
For me Andy, as you know, I do believe in evolutionary adaption. After all, if I place myself in the impossible position of our Creator for just a moment, then if I were to design a unique and magical planet, fit for one of my likeness, then I would certainly build in an adaption feature, otherwise my creation would go obsolete fairly quickly. But adaptive evolution does not imply creation, not can it.
I prefer to rely on the logic of Math and this book applies the thesis that by pure Math alone a Creator has to be postulated. The synopsis is worth a read IMHO
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Gods-Undertaker-Has-Science-Buried/dp/0745953719
Blessings and thank you for a stimulating read.
AP
I love plants but don't force me to eat them. Dead animal and plant remains often recycle themselves in the backyard or wilderness. So when I pass on, any old ravine will do for me.
You'd need a massive urn for the dry freezing option if body weight reduced by just 30%! Both my parents were cremated. Father died first, he was a quiet man, no preferences spoken of where he'd end up. Took my mum a long time to act. She kept hearing her name being called by him after his urn was put into the airing cupboard to avoid any shock from decorators brought in several months after his death. One fine late spring day I invited mum for a drive out to the beautiful Yorkshire Dales and suggested we took dad too. He was strapped in securely in rear seat. We drove all over, had lunch in delightful hostelry before driving to more remote area with one track roads. We found a beautiful tranquil spot with a stream that eventually goes out to sea at Hull. We said a few words as we scattered his ashes in the stream. A few sheep were the only witnesses. I realised the preferences of where mum wanted her ashes to be needed to be asked so some time later I asked her. She said she wanted to be somewhere high, light and airy! Fortunately several years passed before this had to be executed. Travelling to Mt Everest was out of the question. I even looked into being incorporated into a firework, or being released by a high flying drone but this involves landowner permission, rules for drones, etc. So, back to map looking for suitable high spot! This was found, from summit views to North sea one way, other views of national park. Midweek chosen to avoid crowds at this beauty spot. Alas! So many people on the plateau making it impossible to cast her into the wind - "Will you all stand back, please, upwind, preferably, whilst I put my mother on her final journey?" Those are the words I wanted to say, but daren't. Some visitors were a school field trip and I didn't want to scar them for life should any ashes contaminate them. We had to resort to covertly trickle her ashes on the various paths leading to the summit instead, reminicent of how the soil from the tunnel was disposed of in the movie, The Great Escape! I did my best.