Your creatures can come into being only, like shoot from stem, as part of an endlessly renewed process of evolution.

Joy is the sheer evidence of God.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.

That there is an evolution of one sort or another is now common ground among scientists. Whether or not that evolution is directed is another question.

And now, as a germination of planetary dimensions, comes the thinking layer which over its full extent develops and intertwines its fibres, not to confuse and neutralise them but to reinforce them in the living unity of a single tissue.

God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my (pick) shovel, my paint brush, my (sewing) needle - and my heart and thoughts.

The whole life lies in the verb seeing.