charles s. whistler

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.