A handful of soil uses the same water, air, and light to produce thousands of different colors, scents, forms, and patterns of flowers and fruits. If Nature itself were the true producer of these works, then that lifeless soil would have to contain a separate factory, blueprint, and production mechanism for every single species. This assumption is intellectually impossible.
Nature is not an originating artist. It is a book upon which art is displayed. Lifeless and unconscious, Nature is nothing more than a mold. It cannot invent life, consciousness, color, or beauty on its own. Such qualities can only be the work of a Single Creator, Infinite in Knowledge and Will.
Consider a single, wonderful bird. There are only four possible explanations for its existence: either blind causes made it, or it made itself, or nature produced it, or a single Creator designed it. When the first three possibilities are examined carefully, they collapse under rational scrutiny. When they fail, the fourth explanation stands on its own—clear, coherent, and certain.
To understand this more clearly, imagine a pharmacy. Hundreds of jars containing precise chemical substances are arranged on shelves. Is it possible for a strong wind to knock over these jars, mix their contents in perfectly accurate proportions, and accidentally produce a flawless medicine capable of saving human life? Certainly not. Such a medicine must be prepared by a chemist who understands science, measurement, and purpose.
Living beings resemble that medicine. They are created with flawless balance, precision, and wisdom. This perfect prescription cannot be written by blind and unconscious causes. It can only originate from a Single Creating Will, Infinite in Knowledge and Absolute in Power.
Now imagine your own body as a vast dome or palace in which every particle—atoms, cells, systems—is held in perfect equilibrium. If there were no architect, every stone would have to be conscious, know the complete architectural plan, and coordinate billions of other stones simultaneously. This, too, is intellectually impossible.
Yet your eyes see, your tongue tastes, your heart beats, and every cell works together seamlessly, like a constantly renewed living palace. Instead of attributing this extraordinary order to blind chance, the simplest and most rational judgment of the intellect is to attribute it to a Single Creator, Infinite in Knowledge and Will.
Things undeniably exist. They come into being with purpose and design. None of them are eternal; all are continually renewed. Given these realities, attributing existence to chance, blind causes, or unconscious nature is not an explanation—it is a denial of reason. The most coherent and intellectually honest conclusion remains clear: the true Source of the Cosmos is the Creator.