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    dots Submission Name: Science is My Adamdots
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    Author: melcavea
    Elite Ratio:    3.94 - 16/15/5
    Words: 304
    Class/Type: Story/
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       I just kind of sat down and wrote this and was really surprised that the way Grace is always asking questions sounded just like me.



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    dotsScience is My Adamdots
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    “Taylor.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Do you believe in God?”
    For a moment I remained silent, considering my answer. Above, the stars were winking at us against the blackness of the night sky. The moon was but a tiny sliver, barely visible yet there nonetheless. In truth, I didn’t know what I believed in, but I knew that a simple ‘I don’t know’ wouldn’t satisfy Grace’s need for answers. She was always asking people deep questions. I was never quite sure why; perhaps she just liked to know what others thought, maybe she just liked asking questions – sometimes I wondered if it was because she was trying to find a path for herself and needed our answers to help her a long. I never asked her about it, because I felt it wasn’t really any of my business. Besides, I liked her questions. They made me think about things I didn’t think about often but maybe needed to.
    “I’m not sure,” I finally replied.
    “Adam told me that you either do or you don’t,” Grace said quietly, turning to face me. I shrugged and told her, “maybe Adam is wrong.”
    “Adam is never wrong.”
    “Well this time, he might just be.”
    “Taylor...” Then there was silence, save for Grace’s and my breathing. Suddenly a shooting star appeared and then was gone.
    “How,” said Grace, seeing it too, “do you explain that?”
    “Explain what?”
    “Shooting stars. How can they exist without God?”
    “I’m sure science can do it. Explain, I mean.”
    “Maybe science is wrong.”
    “Science is never wrong.”
    “Well this time it might be,” she said. I laughed. “Okay, so maybe science is my Adam.”
    “Yeah. I suppose it is.” I couldn’t see her smiling through the dark, but I could hear it in her voice as she spoke.




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      well dang it i liked it! this was just flat out nice to read, and it put a smile on my face! there's not moral lesson here or anything like that, it's just an interesting and well written short piece.
    | Posted on 2005-04-20 00:00:00 | by treybur | [ Reply to This ]


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