

But, here’s the kicker, if we don’t know anything about this other plane of existence, then how can we know that our universe couldn’t spontaneously arise from it without the intent of a creator? That’s the crux of the question: We have a mystery about the origin of our existence, and “solving” the mystery by saying, “God did it,” is just sweeping the mystery under the rug and pretending it’s not there. What OP was able to see at 7 or 8 years old was that the mystery was still there, but with an unexplained extra step added.








With a giant dollop of “the car is part of my identity.” It’s how Americans conceptualize themselves in society. That’s why we have emotional-support pickup trucks, “Jeep people,” every first-generation Asian citizen has a Honda Accord, minivans symbolize emasculation, et cetera. Honestly, sometimes I think that the mental image of “person” in the American mind has four wheels.