Here is a poem I wrote (I’m no poet) just for fun w/ this question. It is a question over which far too many serious people from every perspective have had control.
A limerick series by Tim Filston
There once was a man named Copernicus,
Who said, “The sun’s still and the movement’s us!”
So with the golden chain gone, between earth and heaven’s throne–
Is man still the rare breed of the universe?
Well a fellow named Darwin enlightened me…
Saying, “There’s little difference ‘tween you and a tree.”
He then said, “What is more, trace back granddads ten score
And you’ll find he’s a chimpanzee.”
So I sought out a German named Freud,
To analyze what seemed a void;
‘Cause I know in my brain or my soul there’s a pain
From some longings I cannot avoid.
He said “Sonny, young lad, you are quite a guy!”
You love mom, (though too much) and her apple pie.
But your claim to a soul comes from when just months old
You were ego-inflated with lullabies.”
So with little hope left I read Genesis,
And it seems all along nothing was amiss.
For on the fourth day, we were made right from clay,
And still scientists say they discovered this.