It wasn’t a cat and dog fight; exchange
were biting but polite. It started out as
a discussion of the Big Bang Theory.
Somewhere the dialogue got off-track.
We probed the origins of life.
My friend got haughty; he laughed and
said, “The story of Adam and Eve is just
a myth; it’s just a quaint little story.”
Asking him how life began; he said that
a carbonized meteorite landed in a
colloidal soup. Lightning struck the pond,
and single cell life sprang forth.
Smiling at him, I observed, “ My that tale
Is quaint.”.”
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