The hand of God?

Maybe there's a god after all.

You may think humans, and all living things, are the result of natural selection, survival of the fittest, what ever. For most of my adult life, it seemed to me, logical, and incontestable that the universe wasn't engineered by some all-knowing dude up there in the heavens somewhere. But, reluctantly, I've begun to reconsider.
Lately, I've come to the conclusion that there might be an additional force at work creating the world as we know it. Physics recognizes three fundamental forces, Gravity, Electromagnetic and Nuclear forces. I'm thinking there may be A fourth force, commonly referred to as the "Hand of God."

God? I don't know about that. I convinced myself years ago that God was a figment of the human imagination. How could there be a supreme being of any kind? Where's the proof? Almost no one, other than Republican presidential hopefuls, and maybe Tebow, have seen, or communicated with God. And, until my recent epiphany, I've been secure in my own denial, no proof, no God.

My awakening came, one night, long before dawn. Triggered by a miserable attack of indigestion, a bolt of intuitive lightning stuck my fevered brain. There must be a God. Not a God that exists only in the human imagination; but a natural force, essential to the make up of the universe. How had I abandoned a cherished fifty year belief and come to this conclusion? As I lay there, still in agony, and a little befuddled, I traced my thoughts backward trying to grasp the thread of reasoning that resulted in such a startling idea, that there must be a god. Why did I all at once believe this, with such profound convection? I finally sorted out my reasoning, and it pinpointed two links that led me, through a door of pure Aristotelian logic to an undeniable conclusion. Because of natural selection, and the female brain, there must be a God.

By brain I really mean its product, the female mind. You know that phenomenon that gives women the ability to match the color of a painted flower from an 1890's china pattern in her grandmothers attic, to a speck of the same color on a flower pot, in an antique shop, while she's on vacation in England, five years later. An impossible task for any man, but second nature to the feminine mind. And I think this brain-mind thingy could never have evolved through natural selection.

The female brain is arguably far to complex to have developed by chance. Each step in natural selection is subject to logic and complete understanding. It can be analyzed through rigorous mathematics, outlined on a chalk board; computer programs can be written to draw complex diagrams. Laid out in all its scientific beauty, it's simply awe inspiring, so perfect, so obviously true. But the female brain? Not so much. You can't start from the present and move back step by step, reconstructing a biological path to its origin. That lump of protoplasm is inscrutable, deep, and mystifying. You can't map something so complex. You can apply the laws of probability, and scientific analysis all you want; but, there are no genetic tracks that allow researchers to trace its origins. Therefore, the unquestioned conclusion is that the female brain was not assembled atom by atom, altered gene by altered gene, over a billion years of natural selection. No it was thrown together from bits and pieces laying around in natures cupboard, no recipe, with no specific result in mind. Which leads one to the obvious conclusion, there is a God, and God must be female.

Genesis 1:27

So God created mankind in her own image,
in the image of God she created them;
male and female she created them.