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"Who Created You?" A Creation Story That Is Not a Myth
Every so often, someone who is trying to convince me that some sort of supernatural entity is responsible for everything in the universe will ask, "So, who created YOU?" It's sort of a last gasp question, when one runs out of things to bring up. The thing is, though, that I know who created me. I even know when it happened, and understand how it happened with a good deal of precision. This is my answer.
The Creation of a MineralMan
Right around Hallowe'en in 1944, there was this young couple, just 20 years old. The young man had just finished his training to be a B-17 pilot, and was on the verge of being sent to Italy, near the end of WWII, to use his new skills and risk his life. He had married his high school sweetheart a couple of months earlier, while at a training base. She followed him around for the rest of his training, and they lived in an assortment of shabby rented rooms and apartments near whatever base his training took him to.
So, shortly before he was to leave, flying one of those B-17s, and with his initial crew, that young couple did what young couples in wartime often do in such circumstances. I was conceived right around Hallowe'en. My parents couldn't say exactly what date it would have been, because they were doing those things frequently at that time.
Anyhow, my father flew off to Italy, and my mother returned to her parents' home in Arizona. A couple of months later, she started to have some morning sickness and had stopped menstruating. She and my father wrote letters to each other frequently, and they arrived at odd intervals, usually in batches. She told my father that she was pregnant, and he worried about that, among other things, as he flew missions over Germany near the end of the war.
Well, near the end of July, 1945, one week after the US dropped the "A-Bomb" on Hiroshima, I appeared in the usual way, a full-term male infant weighing 8 lb. 6 oz., at a small town hospital in a mining town in Arizona. The war was soon over. Three months later, my father returned from Italy and North Africa, where he had been stationed. He was mustered out of the USAAF and made his way to Arizona, where he met me for the first time. I have no memory of this, of course.
My parents created me. They did so during wartime, and with a great deal of worry and trepidation. Lots of other humans were created in similar circumstances around the same time. My parents moved to California and my father found work. I grew up in a small citrus-growing town in a little house on a block of other little houses where many, many other kids created around the same time were growing up as well.
Right around Hallowe'en in 1944, there was this young couple, just 20 years old. The young man had just finished his training to be a B-17 pilot, and was on the verge of being sent to Italy, near the end of WWII, to use his new skills and risk his life. He had married his high school sweetheart a couple of months earlier, while at a training base. She followed him around for the rest of his training, and they lived in an assortment of shabby rented rooms and apartments near whatever base his training took him to.
So, shortly before he was to leave, flying one of those B-17s, and with his initial crew, that young couple did what young couples in wartime often do in such circumstances. I was conceived right around Hallowe'en. My parents couldn't say exactly what date it would have been, because they were doing those things frequently at that time.
Anyhow, my father flew off to Italy, and my mother returned to her parents' home in Arizona. A couple of months later, she started to have some morning sickness and had stopped menstruating. She and my father wrote letters to each other frequently, and they arrived at odd intervals, usually in batches. She told my father that she was pregnant, and he worried about that, among other things, as he flew missions over Germany near the end of the war.
Well, near the end of July, 1945, one week after the US dropped the "A-Bomb" on Hiroshima, I appeared in the usual way, a full-term male infant weighing 8 lb. 6 oz., at a small town hospital in a mining town in Arizona. The war was soon over. Three months later, my father returned from Italy and North Africa, where he had been stationed. He was mustered out of the USAAF and made his way to Arizona, where he met me for the first time. I have no memory of this, of course.
My parents created me. They did so during wartime, and with a great deal of worry and trepidation. Lots of other humans were created in similar circumstances around the same time. My parents moved to California and my father found work. I grew up in a small citrus-growing town in a little house on a block of other little houses where many, many other kids created around the same time were growing up as well.
I have provided this answer to a number of people who asked me that silly question. I was created by two mammals, two primates, in the same way all mammals have evolved to create more mammals. I know how I was created, why, and by whom. Exactly. Almost to the day. It's simple. That's how mammals create their young. Evolution is a wonderful thing, for sure. All mammals reproduce in exactly the same way. Wonderful!
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