Cult of the Stripey Cat
Dear readers, I apologize for my prolonged absence. Since coming to the UK I have been busy drinking beer, eating cheese, and starting a cat-based cult of which I am High Priestess (naturally).
I leave for another time my very important thoughts on the new Bond film (thumbs up and not just because my friend compared me to the awesome Eva Green) in order to give you a taste of ...
The Gospel of the Stripey Cat!!!
Thomas Cosmologos and the Stripey Cat
“Things are in motion, hence there is a prime mover,” says Thomas Cosmologos to the fat stripey cat who is sprawled out in front of the fireplace. The cat looks up with one quizzical eye open a chink, urging Thomas to go on. He continues:
“Imagine you are sitting in a park and you see a little red wagon rolling along the path. You assume, since the wagon has no power source of its own, that there must be a kid pushing the wagon – maybe a very small kid who you can’t yet see. However, you wait a moment and see another wagon pushing the first. Then you see a third wagon pushing the second. Curiously, as far down the path as you can see, there is just one wagon after another. But who pushed the first – the farthest – wagon? There must be a kid way, way down the path who you can’t see, but who must exist from the evidence of the moving wagons. The kid is the prime mover. The name of that kid is God. Finally, I have solved the mystery of Creation!”
The cat yawns and appears unimpressed. Thomas offers her a bit of chicken, which puts her in a better mood. Thus placated, the cat leaps up onto the couch and perches on Thomas’s head. The rhythmic twitching of her tail seems to say:
“But what if the path that runs through your park starts at the top of a very tall, steep mountain? And what if there were some wagons right up at the top of the mountain, balanced right on the peak, motionless? And at the top of the mountain there were occasional little gusts of wind, most of which were not strong enough to push a wagon settled firmly on level ground, but which could disrupt an unstable wagon right at the top? And at some point such a wind did disturb one wagon at the top of the mountain which then started rolling downwards, bumping into the next wagon with such momentum that it was able to push the whole string of wagons down the path in front of you?
“In this case you will observe the same phenomenon but there will be no need for an unseen kid to have given a push. The push was a random event that happened to tip the balance of the topmost wagon and send it rolling down the hill. The wind itself was not sufficient to push the wagon, and the wagon did not set itself in motion, but the combination of the configuration of wagons and the random event of wind was able to start the wagon train moving.
“Then the prime mover’s name is And It Just So Happened.
“There, I have solved the mystery of creation with nothing more than a steep hill and a bit of wind. Now give me some more chicken.”
This is the Gospel of the Stripey Cat. Praise be to Cats.
I leave for another time my very important thoughts on the new Bond film (thumbs up and not just because my friend compared me to the awesome Eva Green) in order to give you a taste of ...
The Gospel of the Stripey Cat!!!
Thomas Cosmologos and the Stripey Cat
“Things are in motion, hence there is a prime mover,” says Thomas Cosmologos to the fat stripey cat who is sprawled out in front of the fireplace. The cat looks up with one quizzical eye open a chink, urging Thomas to go on. He continues:
“Imagine you are sitting in a park and you see a little red wagon rolling along the path. You assume, since the wagon has no power source of its own, that there must be a kid pushing the wagon – maybe a very small kid who you can’t yet see. However, you wait a moment and see another wagon pushing the first. Then you see a third wagon pushing the second. Curiously, as far down the path as you can see, there is just one wagon after another. But who pushed the first – the farthest – wagon? There must be a kid way, way down the path who you can’t see, but who must exist from the evidence of the moving wagons. The kid is the prime mover. The name of that kid is God. Finally, I have solved the mystery of Creation!”
The cat yawns and appears unimpressed. Thomas offers her a bit of chicken, which puts her in a better mood. Thus placated, the cat leaps up onto the couch and perches on Thomas’s head. The rhythmic twitching of her tail seems to say:
“But what if the path that runs through your park starts at the top of a very tall, steep mountain? And what if there were some wagons right up at the top of the mountain, balanced right on the peak, motionless? And at the top of the mountain there were occasional little gusts of wind, most of which were not strong enough to push a wagon settled firmly on level ground, but which could disrupt an unstable wagon right at the top? And at some point such a wind did disturb one wagon at the top of the mountain which then started rolling downwards, bumping into the next wagon with such momentum that it was able to push the whole string of wagons down the path in front of you?
“In this case you will observe the same phenomenon but there will be no need for an unseen kid to have given a push. The push was a random event that happened to tip the balance of the topmost wagon and send it rolling down the hill. The wind itself was not sufficient to push the wagon, and the wagon did not set itself in motion, but the combination of the configuration of wagons and the random event of wind was able to start the wagon train moving.
“Then the prime mover’s name is And It Just So Happened.
“There, I have solved the mystery of creation with nothing more than a steep hill and a bit of wind. Now give me some more chicken.”
This is the Gospel of the Stripey Cat. Praise be to Cats.
posted by Joolya at
2:19 PM
4 Comments:
Selah.
where in the UK are you?
nature....creation...human mankind still remains a mystery...and always will....
... unless you've got a Book that tells you what to believe. Then you don't have to bother thinking about it anymore. Hooray!
Merry Christmas everyone! (Atheism doesn't mean you have to give up on traditional festivals.)
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