I feel guilty about how happy eating makes me. If I get an msg-laden brown bag full of Chinese food, my brain soon reaches ethereal bliss. I become happy, not due to circumstance, but due to ingredients. And I don't like this about myself. While, I condemn other drugs to be an unhealthy mental escape for people, how different is this food for me? It's the robot mentality in me that wants a Flintstones vitamin complete dietary intake, so that I will not escape sorrow with anything but the answer to it.

So, this girl at work let me borrow her Planet Earth DVDs. This stuff is absolutely crazy. I think that some of these Christian stations should give up one hour of broadcasting a day, and replace it with one of these episodes. I can't imagine a more compelling visual evidence for a Creator God than seeing these crazy, absolutely made-up looking animals in the vast corners of the Earth. The show's narrator does a pretty good job explaining how godless evolution could create the utilitarian features that we see these animals display. But, he can't explain the aesthetic amazement.