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CREATION#14

The evolutionists would have us believe that the potential bird crawled out of the swamp climbed a tree stretched out its flabby arms and launched forth, only to land on its nose in the undergrowth and say ‘‘I really need feathers ooo I must get some feathers’’ in time a lot of flabby armed would-be birds died out due to bad landings etc leaving a few that were really good at wishing and slowly but surely feathers developed and the sound could be heard coming from all the trees ‘‘I can fly!’’ with the occasional thud from those that couldn’t make it but couldn’t resist trying. This is more or less the evolutionist’s story. The 93 story is simpler. After going thud for a reasonably serious amount of time, this one would-be bird gets really depressed, it’s Scorpio and nothing’s going right. All around him are corpses of his buddies, it’s really bad news time. No hope, thinks our hero, I’ll never fly, I ain’t designed that way, and there’s no way I’m ever gonna get off the ground so sod it. He goes to bed and in the morning, ‘‘Bugger me, I’ve got feathers!’’ The very fact that there was no hope and the situation was completely impossible made Scorpio make it inevitable that the impossible became necessary. This is basically how we all got to look, if not pretty, at least interesting.