Aaaahh! That's better; the Zantac's working! Anyway, this God got bored with himself(themselves?), created everything to amuse himself, and THEN, depending on one's religion, stuck everyone in a no-choice situation. "Either you believe in me(us, it, etc.) and do what I say or your toast!"
What in bejezus does this gobbledeegook have to do with theistic-evolution? Hmmm... Maybe we were stuck by this God into this no-choice situation: We must eat and reproduce in order to survive and pass our genes, which are mutating, on to our future descendants. We don't really have a choice about survival unless we want to starve to death in miserable pain; a lousy prospect, AND our offspring must fight tooth&nail with the possible mutated advantages they have in order to eat and carry on, unless they too wish to starve to death in miserable pain. Who was it who said, "Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice??" AND, Who would want to believe in a god like that??
[This message has been edited by Prozacman, 10-15-2003]