On the subject of the comic, I think it would be funny if someone went up to her and said “why”. It isn’t worth getting upset about anymore than when someone says “evolution is only a theory”. (rage in responce may vary)

Kind of like Yahweh, no?

No.

In the bible God isn’t in creation. I wish atheists who snark about the biblical religions would at least learn the basics of what they’re making fun of. They miss all the good points and don’t get near their target. At least among those who know the subject.

I think the character’s moment is one almost all people have had at one time or another…A dark day or time, a moment of beauty and regained wonder.

There is no wonder in the characters conclusion though. Nature is so beautiful and complex that it must have been created by god. That leaves no room for wonder or complexity to me. Had it been left at that we wouldn’t know the many things we now do.

God is and he doesn’t need you or me to believe in him but he decided to save us and make himself known through the foolishness of the Gospel.

btw. nice use of Ajax in this UI.

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, — he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, — master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

F.L.Wright, nature? Three words, snow, flat roof. I’ll bet he was responsible for lots of prayers that the damned roof wouldn’t leak.

Another one who couldn’t stand the idea there was something bigger than him in creation.

Kind of like Yahweh, no?

for me, the artwork of the second panel more than makes up for the fact that she and I would have an uncomfortable disagreement about what the beauty of that scene suggests about the underlying nature of our universe.

But you’d probably have a comfortable agreement about the wonder the scene inspired. I think the character’s moment is one almost all people have had at one time or another…A dark day or time, a moment of beauty and regained wonder.