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Concept of God - Part One

Before reading ahead, it will be good to know that this article is my understanding and a possible theory of the evolution and existence of God in our world.

Creation of the world.

    Man created God and to understand the concept of God, we have to start from the creation of humans and the world we thrive in. In that case, the creation of Earth will be the first part of the article.


    Starting from the nebula explosion and the Big Bang theory, our Earth formed as a giant piece of mass floating in the orbit around the Sun. The Earth is considered to be 4.5 billion years old going through many phases to reach where we are right now. As the saying 'Rome was not built in a day', the Earth was also not an overnight success.





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    Scientists, with actual logical and statistical studies, have proved that Earth had once been just a molten piece of mass. They have even confirmed that the planet was devoid of oxygen until the ozone layer had formed around our atmosphere. This is just a brisk idea of the formation of the blue planet, and if you dive into the details, the facts are really fascinating and certainly mouth-openers. Now, you might have a vague idea of how the planet has started life and its journey. And might have understood it didn't happen in 7 days nor by the snap of fingers.

    Having got the idea of how earth formed, let me break it down simply as to how life started in the world. This dates back to the formation of atmosphere and living conditions on the planet. Great minds have done the research to find that life started with single-cell organisms that thrived in the environment. Later, these organisms gained energy; probably from the sun. Using this energy, they started cell division on a large scale over a long period of time. Don't forget "the saying about Rome"; because the same applies here as each cell divided further and further to become algae, planktons, and marine life, eventually.

     The marine life slowly crawled its way to the land. Their gills changed to lungs through evolution, and fins became extended limbs and arms for survival. Different survival needs and different growing environments produced a variety of animals. These animals slowly formed reproductory organs instead of cell division. Their body managed to put their DNA sequence into a single cell of sperm or an egg. When the two were cultured in a controlled environment, new life was formed. The body chose the excretory openings for both mating and giving birth. Thus, animals were born which included birds, fish, etc.




    Now for the prime animal, the creation of humans. One might say God created them, but studies prove that this was also a part of the evolution. Apes or large monkeys had a better cerebral capacity than any other normal animals. Due to its survival instincts, a part of the apes slowly changed into homo sapiens. Their spine and skull changed forms after each passing year. Slowly humans evolved from the monkeys, and here we are. This is famously called as Charles Darwin's theory of evolution.

    Well, it is much better than the story of a woman created from one of the man's ribs. Come on, they are human too, not a hibiscus plant to be cultivated from a stem. And I am not even going near the idea that the first humans just jumped out of thin air. Please don't. 

    So, this is how the world formed and how humans formed. Now that we got an insight into the basic science of the planet, we can now see the concept and creation of God. Let me say beforehand that this might sting a little bit if you cannot use your brains over a certain level. My intention is not to hurt any group of people but to simply share my thoughts on the truth that is known to all human beings, yet accepted by a rare few.

Check out Part Two for the continuation...Ciao

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