This is something beyond any computer we have yet to design. So can't we clearly see that this is not the work of a blind watchmaker, but the work of the Grand Creator, the Grand Designer, Jehovah?
And, given that I am the sort of person who can't find the way up their garden path to their own front door without having to stop and ask passing butterflies for directions, I am not going to speculate about the size of my brain. I shall plead the Fifth Amendment.
Captain Butterfly is back from a dig - no hoard today - but he has brought back a treasure of photos from Chanctonbury Ring. I want to appropriate one for the blog. Linda came over bringing home-made mince pies and biscuits (she is a wonderful cook), and flowers for me, and some salad. I am so glad she has ended up living within visiting distance - the only one from Planet Expat who has.