think much?

The mind is incredible. Thinking about thinking makes me ever more believe that there must be a Creator. How can this all just be an accident?

Language, community, technology... all of the above exist because we have this one complicated, mysterious organ in our head that grants us the ability to think.. to feel.. and to love. Isn't it weird how protons, neutrons, and electrons (and quarks?) form atoms, which make up neurons, which send electrochemical signals and neurotransmitters to other neurons, and after a large magnitude of other processes... we can love?

I will never fully understand love, nor will I ever fully understand how it's possible for us to love and be loved. I will, however, enjoy this thing called the mind, and worship the fully-loving and intelligent Creator of it.