just another lonely Man

I reside in a world filled with millions upon billions of people who come from all different cultures, races, and walks of life; bringing with them their own religious beliefs, moral agendas, and political affiliations. And it’s this accountability of one’s self that sets us all apart in life, one from another. But yet as I sit here I feel all alone. And as I look upon the canal waters that flows unabated before me here at the river’s edge in Pere Marquette park, I’m reminded of that theory of evolution that implies how man’s life began eons and eons ago when he first crawled from the depths of the sea, which to me is only a scientific hypothesis; something which has yet to be proven beyond the shadow of a reasonable doubt. Whereas my beliefs tend-to lean more-so towards the Bible and it’s explanation of man’s origin because in my Gods hypothesis he created man in his own image, which began with one man who in the beginning existed all alone without a human companion, but after awhile of this one man living in his own loneliness God said “how it wasn’t good for man to be alone,” so in his infinite wisdom God created from that one lonely man who lived all alone, a female human companion to keep him from being alone, and from that human companion who was created from that one lonely man grew the world that I now see before me, which gives me a ray of hope that one day, somehow, someway that God will see me sitting here in this park all alone and remember what he once thought about man and his loneliness.“That it’s not good for man to be alone,” but until that time comes along here I'll sit in the midst of his divine creation, surrounded by a world that only came about because of one lonely man who once sat all alone in a garden place called Eden.