Where would one sit, if the sky were the ground, and the ground were the sky? How would buildings be rooted within a blue sky? Where would mothers walk their children, or how would kids run out to play? Surely, with all of our technology, we could not reach up and touch the ground to build from sidewalks of clouds. Would we survive, amidst the pumping of pollution into the sky where we walk - or would we be pumping our pollution into the face of the earth?
In an upside down world the frosty green grass would hang crisply down towards the sky. Snow flakes would drift up from nothingness. Party balloons would fly up into the ground. Little girls would climb up green-feathered trees and reach out, crowing, “Look, Mommy! I reached the root!” The old black-and-white movies would deliver a passionate kiss shared beneath a clear, blue-glass lake. Rainbows would reach out and touch us like fog, and the ground above us would seem dark. Unknown, even.
If we didn’t have intelligence to build a plane, and didn’t have a billion years to sprout wings, how would we fly or rest on the silver charted surface of our ozone layers? Would the birds become like worms, and the bugs worm into the sky? Would the street-lights rise and blaze at noon, and perhaps set dimly at night?
If the whole world was shaken like a salt and pepper shaker, what would make it land up-right? If we were all to evolve again - assuming we have slowly evolved to the intelligent beings we are today - what would keep our brains from replacing our feet, and our feet from taking the place of our brains?
I believe evolution itself cannot have taken place, and creation is the only logical reason for the way we are and for the direction our world faces. I only wonder, if we were to be created again, if our philosophy would land just as upside-down in our intelligent liberal world, and into our intricate, ignorant heads as it is now.
In an upside down world the frosty green grass would hang crisply down towards the sky. Snow flakes would drift up from nothingness. Party balloons would fly up into the ground. Little girls would climb up green-feathered trees and reach out, crowing, “Look, Mommy! I reached the root!” The old black-and-white movies would deliver a passionate kiss shared beneath a clear, blue-glass lake. Rainbows would reach out and touch us like fog, and the ground above us would seem dark. Unknown, even.
If we didn’t have intelligence to build a plane, and didn’t have a billion years to sprout wings, how would we fly or rest on the silver charted surface of our ozone layers? Would the birds become like worms, and the bugs worm into the sky? Would the street-lights rise and blaze at noon, and perhaps set dimly at night?
If the whole world was shaken like a salt and pepper shaker, what would make it land up-right? If we were all to evolve again - assuming we have slowly evolved to the intelligent beings we are today - what would keep our brains from replacing our feet, and our feet from taking the place of our brains?
I believe evolution itself cannot have taken place, and creation is the only logical reason for the way we are and for the direction our world faces. I only wonder, if we were to be created again, if our philosophy would land just as upside-down in our intelligent liberal world, and into our intricate, ignorant heads as it is now.
