Charged by the sun, the cogs turn in the sea, controlling the colors of the seasons, grasping endurance from all living things. A clockwork too complex to understand. This clockwork in constant motion, life support for an immeasurably small percentage of all things. More complex than any machine, and yet you presume it's the design of chaos. No room for gods. Humble yourself. At least admit the possibility that you may exist for a reason. Ask yourself where it ends. Ask yourself why the equations balance out, and all of these patterns so perfect in their complex mechanics. A creator would be greater than a mind that understands it, so you deny the possibility of a higher consciousness to make your own the highest. So you prove your theories to stay on the edge of understanding, and you find answers that are questions to keep you searching. Ask yourself why the equations balance out.