devolution

Sitting in a plane the other day, I decided that I believe in a supreme being. It has nothing to do with the awe that is still there for each take-off, nor the particularly nasty turbulence I wished we weren't going through. It was more of a negative argument that lead me to god.

When one feels like killing the ambiance of the dinner party, you can always bring up evolution and creation type topics. In general the camps seem mutually exclusive. I'm not exactly sure why it has to be so black and white, but it is. So what has this got to do with my hallelujah moment?

There are three types of people found in an aeroplane, that I don't understand. There is the person with no touch feedback in the end of his finger, and the technological savvy of a chimpanzee, who thinks that touch screens need to be stabbed at from about half a metre. Of course, forgetting that your head is on the other side of that screen. They insist on reviewing all the movies and changing volume frequently. The second type has no abdominal, back or leg muscles, and seems to need to catapult himself up out of his chair using your seatback. He also drinks too much water. Third species is the most puzzling to me. Have you ever been into one of the 6 or 8 toilets servicing the 200 odd passengers on a long haul flight? Any reasonable person does not go there without shoes. The third type is not reasonable, and sees no reason why he should not go to the can in his socks, or better still, barefoot.

Yesterday, all three of the above were contained in a single being. Yes 36B, you know who you are. This is clear proof that something is broken, and that evolution does not work. So, following dinner party reasoning; obviously there is a god.

Evolution Learning is going to make me chose the back row next time, and least it avoids being exposed to two out of the three.

Bon voyage!