After everything happens,
even more happens,
and more after that.
After that squirrels happened,
regularly or irregularly, although
none born by parthenogenesis
as far as scientists can determine.
No miracle,
nothing like that.
After squirrels,
acorns happened,
trees happened,
oak trees specifically.
Dings in my car hood happened
when acorns crashed down,
and insurance companies happened,
car insurance companies to be exact,
and Three’s Company happened,
the Bugle Boy of Company B happened,
playing reveille at noon to nuns.
Is this eventfulness enough of a logical
sequence to make one believe in God?