Here’s a great little excerpt from Joe Boot’s book Searching for Truth in a chapter dealing with evolution. Contrast this with Genesis 1:1. Enjoy!
Once upon a point of infinite density, Nothing that was Something went boom. Then there was Everything. Everything eventually named Something Matter, the tragic character in our story. Sadly, Matter had no mind; yet this makes our tale all the more amazing!
Now Matter had only one companion, the hero of our fable, a mysterious stranger of unknown origin called Chance. Chance, though blind, was a brilliant artist. Chance taught mindless Matter to paint, and paint our pupil did. And lo, innumerable galaxies emerged, filled with infinite wonders, beauty, order and life. The inspired brush strokes of ignorant Matter, guided by the hands of blind Chance, created a cosmic masterpiece.
But as Matter and Chance were working away, they failed to spot our villain called Time. Time crept in unnoticed back at the boom and was extremely wound up about being stirred from his sleep. Time determined there and then to wind down again and thus rub the masterpiece out – as soon as he got hold of that Chance! Chance, being blind, didn’t see Time coming, and mindless Matter was helpless to intervene.
Now Time ruins the painting little by little and brags that by Chance, it’s just a matter of Time before the canvas is blank and the boom will swoon and everything that was Something will be Nothing again, once more a pointless point of infinite nothingness, with to Time for Chance to matter anymore.
The moral of this story, dear reader, is that there isn’t one. For in the end everything means nothing at all and so there can be no morals. Ultimate meaning, value, and purpose are a dream – that is the message of this tale. My story is as empty as Matter’s mind. Sadly, no one has ever been able to understand or communicate with the silent entities in our fable; they are, after all, merely constructs of subjective language. Yet, if the story has a meaning, they can never tell us, and soon we will be able to inquire no longer. As Shakespeare aptly put it, “Life…is a tale, told by an idiot…signifying nothing.”