Since this is now in the off-topic...
I was watching my newborn grandson nurse the other day, and was just staggered by the wonder of Evolution. Lots of fluids come out of my body, but none can sustain a newborn. Suddenly, a mom sprouts boobs, perfectly formed to do what they do. And they provide both colostrum and then milk, the two substances which are absolutely perfect for sustaining a newborn...and they do it at exactly the time when mom needs them to, not before and not after. And those boobs could have sprouted anywhere on her (and not his) body, but they happened at exactly the spot where a mother could cradle the child, in one of nature's most beautiful scenes. She cuddles the child and protects the child and falls in love with the child. Of course that's due to randomly evolved chemical releases that just happen to accompany the act of nursing...that was certainly a lucky thing. And then I was thinking about my newborn grandson who had never used his lungs or mouth, but immediately upon his birth he used both. And he was able to use his mouth in a very precise manner to generate suction, to remove the perfect substance, that showed up at the perfect time, from the boob that sprang up in the perfect place. And then fortunately he figured out how to swallow too...another big deal.
I then imagined the thousands upon thousands of times that evolutionary processes had failed to produce exactly the right result that allowed mammals to survive...pushing it back to square one every time, since if these processes didn't work, the child dies, eliminating the possibility of further evolution. Amazing.
And then I again realized why I was forced to believe in a Creator. It's because I simply don't have strong enough faith to believe in Evolution. So y'all are right...belief in a fairy tail Creator is for us weak-minded people.
Guilty as changed.