A HUMANIST’S INTRODUCTION TO GOD
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God, the scientist, was in chaos early on— Mixing, blending Honestly he called himself a putterer Creating stuff out of nothing— Doing what he did best. All of a sudden he stumbled across something new-- Miraculous how everything was always New new new— Stumbled isn’t exactly the right word Waded Kind of flapped his arms And kicked his feet— With a larger vocabulary he’d call it swimming. There it was, at the beginning of…time Something completely different Though there wasn’t much He could compare it to— Curiously, he was always at The beginning of…time Déjà vu had nothing to do with it. God smiled— He smiled most of the time— Wouldn’t you be happy too If your every moment Was on the cusp of discovery? Ice! How simple!
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About the Book
This book never was meant to be an introduction to god. It was a short story of good clean fun. In the beginning god the scientist was puttering, and invented life out of nothing. Imagine that. “This might not seem like much to most people. But how many can say they have done as much?” Soon another chapter bounced along. While skinny-dipping god invented death. It did prove necessary. “Paradise had been getting flabby and mediocre, almost as if a greenhouse and a menagerie were the best god could come up with.” Not necessarily next. All things, being in the present, did get a little jumbled. God invented sex. He was careful to keep the temperature down for us readers. A chapter on consciousness, about which he had a few doubts, “Plants had survived for billions of years even though rooted in one place. That took real genius.” And more, until god is handling eggs without breaking them, and driving leaves of grass through giant sequoia trees. And more. Perhaps an introduction is just the beginning.
About the Author
Charles S. Whistler is relying on the fabulous success of his first book, “Beyond Certainty” to be sufficient endorsement to those who care who the author they are sharing time with comes from. Whistler leaves a shadowy trail, that probably would be better for a writer of mystery stories. Writing however seriously, humorously, exalted or divisively about god is the second best reason for leaving no trail. God credentials? Everyone knows as much about god as any other person. Whistler moved to Florida for romance, and tended seriously toward Zen, haiku poetry and ideas of an aphoristic nature. Dedication to his craft has produced volumes of work, and incidentally a few modest prizes. Inspiration is a leaf Spiraling in drift— But like the arctic tern Flying from pole to pole Ever vigil and without rest Inspiration must be sustained By direction and dedication--