Why is there anything?

We argue about the trivialities of existence while overlooking the absolute absurdity of the fact there even is existence. Each of us must admit we believe in the impossible, because there's no way... drudged up from the depths of our limited cognitive abilities... anything could just have always been. So we live inside the impossible and wonder about the improbable... when we actually take the time to wonder about anything at all outside the humdrum.

Richard Dawkins, burned-out bulb that he is, is proof of that. He's got such a thing against God (and for himself) he hasn't taken the time to ask a non-God question that could answer his truly lame one, "Who created God?" Why not ask, "How did anything begin?"

When man is "smart" enough to finally answer that question, then the God-thing that so flummoxes Dawkins will clear right up.

The proof that everything has always existed is that anything exists now. Personally, I believe an ever-existing God is the reason for it all. The only reason anything is possible is because God chose that it be so. The only logical possibility within the otherwise total impossibility of this existence is God.

So, let's go a bit further with that. If we admit we live inside an impossibility, implausibility becomes more plausible. If the only reason anything can exist is because of God, then why is it so hard to think that perhaps He cares about His creation? Wouldn't you, if you were Him? How big a step from the absurdity of actually existing in the first place is it to the possibility of God writing His creation a letter? You know, an instruction manual with the rules to safely navigate His creation. That would seem logical, since He chose to lock existence in this universe into time.

However, He doesn't seem too concerned about the care and maintenance of orchards, animal husbandry, etc., rather, He's interested in what's on the inside of us, how to care for something a lot of us don't seem to worry about much at all. But, according to the manual, that's the only part of us that will last, and, according to His manual, it takes constant upkeep or it goes all to Hell. Not pleasant. Hard work, too.

Well, the not going to Hell part isn't hard, since it's a gift, it's the keeping the dirt out of the temple that will wear you out.