#god of evolution

Most of Mount Impossible was hollow. You need a lot of space when you are trying to devise a dirigible whale. “It really should work,” said the God of Evolution, over tea. “Without that heavy blubber and with an inflatable skeleton of which, I must say, I am rather proud, it should do well on the routes of migratory birds. Larger maw, of course. Note the cloud-like camouflage, obviously required. Lifting is produced via bacteria in the gut which produce elevating gases. The dorsal sail and the flattened tail give a reasonable degree of steerability. All in all, a good piece of work. My main problem is devising a predator. The sea-air ballistic shark has proved quite unsatisfactory.”

“Getting creatures to make themselves, eh? I thought this whole seed business was just high spirits but, yes, I can see that it would save a lot of work, a lot of work. Of course, there’d have to be some extra effort at the design stage, certainly, but afterwards I suppose it’d practically run itself...” The god’s hand blurred as he wrote, and he went on, “Hmm, drives and imperatives, they’re going to be vital... er.. How does it work with, say, trees?” “You just need Ponder’s uncle and a paintbrush,” said the Senior Wrangler. “Sir!” said Ponder hotly. The god gave them both a look of intelligent bewilderment, like a man who had just heard a joke told in a completely foreign language and isn’t sure if the speaker has got to the punch line yet. Then he shrugged. “The only thing I think I don’t quite understand,” he said, “is why any creature would want to spend time on all this...” he peered at his notes, “this sex, when they could be enjoying themselves... Oh, dear, your associate seems to be choking this time, I’m afraid...” “Dean!” shouted Ridcully.

“The plants seem to be acting very oddly these days. What’s the point of these seeds they keep making? I try to discourage it but they don’t seem to listen.” “I think... er... they’re trying to invent sex, sir,” said Ponder. “Er... sex is how you can... they can... creatures can... they can make the next... creatures.” “You mean... elephants can make more elephants?” “Yes, sir.” “My word, really?” “Oh, yes.” “How do they go about that? Calibrating the ear-waggling is particularly time-consuming. Do they use special tools?”

What The Gungor Controversy Tells Us About The American Church

Begone from this place lest I visit thee with....cake?!