Occam’s Razor Answers the Question of Creation …
’Tis the Gift to be Simple and Sophisticated
The ship, complex, is yet not like a whale
With all its DNA. The many bits,
The hull, the rudder, engine, or a sail,
Together move across the sea that hits
The bow with all of them well engineered
In complicated ways surpassing all
The parts, with each of them intensely geared.
The ship is simply launched. The blocks that stall
Her maiden voyage are split away. She slips
Towards the waves as smoothly as the sun
Moves west. The vessel makes ten thousand trips
From just that one first sliding purposed run.
These meanings, both combined together, weigh
The truth. Profound and simple both hold sway.
~ Phillip Whidden
