Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Hymn: "...Evolution Made Them All"

H-T a tweet from Phil:

8 comments:

Al said...

Looking at the Vimeo comments, this guy is pro evolution going back to the stars providing elements for life on earth.

We look at this as mocking the theory and he puts it up as joyful truth?

Very interesting...

GZimmy said...

Now that was an interesting video...

RealityCheck said...

We look at this as mocking the theory and he puts it up as joyful truth?

Very interesting...


Actually, very Romans 1:18-23ish

Herding Grasshoppers said...

Really? It's serious? I thought it was a joke!

Well, uh... there you go, then.

Scooter said...

Evolution is made to be almost sentient. One of these days I'd like to see someone try to make random chance + time something other than still random chance.

But I did laugh at the line: "Each calf we turn to veal."

Delicious, delicious veal...

College Jay said...

Count me in as someone who thought this was intended as a joke. Wow.

Susan said...

What, it's NOT a joke??

And I was just laughing, hysterically laughing over the sheer brilliance of it all!

Just think: Where else can one find Mother Teresa and the lamprey eel (ewwwww...) in the same thought?

And what audacity the composer/lyricist has to assume that evolution gave me eyes to see Bin Laden and that makes me happy!

And did you hear that heaping breath the child took when he sang, "And how we're all going to [breath] hell"? How he must find it difficult to take in and process all that glorious truth!

(Seriously, now: I really wonder what that little boy thinks of the words he's singing!) @_@

(And boy, that song is now in my head. And those Monty-Python-esque ending illustration! Yikes!)

Benjamin said...

Howdy; long-time lurker, first-time(ish) poster here. Anywho, I think I get what he's trying to imply: "okay, if EVOLUTION didn't make all those horribly icky things, and GOD did, what does that say about God?" Then again, Dan, your most recent NEXT! over at Pyro pretty much puts that one to rest.