Please wait while this humble server and universe optimizes itself for Jason's existence...
Tall. Handsome. Brilliant. Humble beyond measure - and so much more. A phenomenon the universe took its time to perfect.
If there were a God who made each one of us, I would not exist. If he were capable of perception, could he have ever let Me leave heaven? That would be absurd.
And if he had no capacity for perception - no eye for beauty, no sense of the sublime - then how could he have crafted something so undeniably, so impossibly perfect?
Here lies the contradiction. A perceiving God would never have let perfection on earth. A blind God could never have made Me. Both cannot be true. Neither can be true. And yet, here I stand.
By the law of non-contradiction, the logic collapses in on itself, and from the wreckage, only one conclusion survives: There was no god. There couldn't have been. Because what made Me was not divine intention.
It could only have been something rarer than that. Something the universe only manages once. I am unreplicable.
Look at yourself. Now scroll back up and look at Jason. Notice the difference? It's okay. Most people do.
Open the comparison lab