One day I looked at my finger critically.
"What makes this finger mine?" I wondered.
I did not buy it, I did not make it, I was not given to me by my parents - they did not create it for me as well.
Its high technological complexity is astonishing, yet, I have taken no action to, in any way, deserve the rights to use such technology for free /unless it was open source and shared freely/.
According to common sense I should buy my possessions by exchanging my labor for money and then money for goods, or by inhering, or being given the money by someone else.
Shockingly, I discovered that my own finger exists outside accepted social norms.
By means of comparison only a loving parents stimulated by love give unconditionally to their children.
Can it be that all this time we have been loved and never realized it?
I was left without further arguments...
My finger proved to be a great teacher of the deeper meaning of life.
There's got to be a Creator...
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