It Says In The Bible, In Plain

It Is Progress When Weapons Are Improved To Kill More People At A Longer Range.

For Every Minute, The Future Is Becoming The Past.

Land! An Island! We Devoured It Greedily With Our Eyes And Woke The Others, Who Tumbled Out Drowsily And Stared In All Directions As If They Thought Our Bow Was About To Run On To A Beach. Screaming Seabirds Formed A Bridge Across The Sky In The Direction Of The Distant Island, Which Stood Out Sharper Against The Horizon As The Red Background Widened And Turned Gold With The Approach Of The Sun And The Full Daylight.

Once In A While You Find Yourself In An Odd Situation. You Get Into It By Degrees And In The Most Natural Way But, When You Are Right In The Midst Of It, You Are Suddenly Astonished And Ask Yourself How In The World It All Came About.

But If We Begin Thinking About The World Being Over 100 Million Years Old, Then It's Absolutely By Chance That You And I Are Sitting Here Alive Today, While All The Others Are Dead Or Have Never Been Born.