And God said, Let there be science!

(inspired by reading a morning meditation on how mathematics is an example of God's creation)

In the beginning there was nothing, and the universe was formless and void. Then God said, “Let there be mathematics. Integers and fractions, positive and negative numbers and the all-important zero, and irrational numbers just to spice things up and to permit circles to be round.”
And God saw that mathematics was good.

Next God created physics: gravity, the three laws of thermodynamics, the speed of light and of sound, and other wondrous and beautiful laws.
And God saw that physics was good.

Then God said, let there be chemicals, acids and bases to interact and create stars and planets and primordial soup.
And God saw that the chemistry was good.

And then God created biology: chromosomes and mitochondria, photosynthesis, circulatory systems, digestion, and a really interesting and fun way for most of the animals to make new animals. Some of the animals could even figure out bits of the creation, usually starting with gravity and usually learning the hard way.
And God saw that biology was good.

One type of animal, the humans, began to explore all these wondrous things: mathematics, physics, chemistry, and even biology. They fiddled with plants and let them ferment into chemicals of intoxicating properties, they ignored zero for hundreds of years until Arabs finally discovered it, and they came up with all sorts of uses for the second law of thermodynamics, some of it involving that fascinating biological reproduction process.

And some humans persecuted people for the non-geocentric theory of astronomy, and mixed acids and bases together to make explosions, and told their children they were delivered by the stork, and insisted all this creation was done in seven days of twenty-four hours each without so much as cooling-off period for the surface of the earth, let alone for God’s profound annoyance.

And God grew wroth over the persecutions and lies, and brought forth stubborn scientists who insisted on Her truths even unto death, and journalists and playwrights and other writers who refuted and even made fun of the liars, and science fiction novelists using (okay, and occasionally abusing) the beautiful mathematics and physics and chemistry and biology to create their own worlds and universes.

God observed the brave scientists, read the articles and plays and stories, laughed Her head off, and saw that it was all very, very good.

(this bit of writing is dedicated to my best friend, Tom, for reasons he and anyone who knows him well will understand. Love you, frickin' friend!)