People have always asked the question, is there a God?
For centuries it's been argued. Whether you believe, or disbelieve, whether you are for, or against, there has never been a clear-cut, definitive answer.
I carefully observe the world around me. I have the ability to think, and to reason, and to imagine.
Here is what I see:
I have a pretty, fluffy white cat named Jerri. She is all-white with pink skin. I like to say, she looks like a cotton ball that got splashed with a strawberry milkshake. She is of a long-hair breed, and even around her rear end, the fur is full Because she is all, pure white, everything that gets on her fur shows up clearly. Everything, and of course that includes poo.
When Jerri walks away from me, she looks like she's wearing furry jodhpurs. The fur around her rear legs is extraordinarily long, and it goes in all directions. Yet, despite this abundance of fur, that you just know is in search of something sticky to get caught in it, Jerri can empty her adorable little bowels, and she doesn't get one speck of poo on her furry jodhpurs. Not one speck, anywhere.
This cat, this animal, has no toilet paper, and no moistened towelettes to help her clean up with. All she can do, is do her business, and then bury it and walk away. And yet, despite this lack of concern on her part, and the fact that her poop-chute is surrounded by fur, she manages to poop and "wipe" all in one natural motion, and she doesn't even have a mess to clean up afterward.
That such an animal can exist....
This is my Proof of God.
Why couldn't I be so lucky, God?