Occam's Razor

“Was ist der Sinn des Lebens?’
“Es gibt keinen Sinn.”

Such confidence from a drunk guy.
To a man who drowns his sorrows in alcohol and Swiss women,
all I can say is
I hope you’re wrong.

I looked at a skin cell once.
It seemed to me I held the galaxy
in my petri dish.
A civilization, a thriving metropolis of chemicals and little structures
that I can only understand when someone puts gumdrops on toothpicks,
bursting and bustling and dancing
like divine choreography.

Does Occam’s Razor leave room for DNA?

Saul, Saul,
blinded on the road to Demascus.

So much blood on his hands
yet someone took and held them-
poor Saul, he put his fingers
on the wounds he had inflicted
and gave glory to God.

Many things are grey,
somethings aren’t.

How man loves to dream,
to wonder,
to question.
How he hates to be told.

Dies Occam’s Razor leave room for Jesus?

Occam's Razor

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Joined December 2010

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