Twenty years or more ago someone I care about gave me a couple 3D wooden puzzles. I forget how I got them, or from whom, but I remember I care about them. So I kept them on a shelf in my study. Here is one of them, disassembled:
Here is the other, ordered on exactly the same principles, assembled:
A couple weeks ago, my granddaughter took them both off the shelf where they had been … resting … for 20 years or so, and took them apart. Which is rather the purpose of grandchildren, no? One of them, anyway. So while I was not at all unhappy with her for their disassembly, I have as a neatnik been irritated ever since thereat, and meaning to get around to fixing it.
OK, here’s the thing. It took me 25 minutes of fashing to put one of them together just now. And I’m pretty good at 3D visualization. That’s what everyone tells me, anyway. Put it this way: I’m good enough at it that the geometry of knots fascinates me.
Consider then: every moment in the history of our cosmos involves a coordination of disparate parts fantastically more complex and variegated than just the one iteration of putting one of my puzzles together again.
Think about it. What finite intelligence could put untold googols of googols of events together coordinately and coherently *at every moment of cosmic history*? Consider then this: those disparate googols of googols of events that had just transpired at the bleeding edge of cosmic history would not all, in the nature of things in our Fallen world, naturally agree. On the contrary, they would naturally disagree, at least a bit.
You see the problem for Divine Providence.
That the cosmos does not at every moment disintegrate and vanish in chaos and nonbeing suffices as warrant for the conviction that it is held together from each moment to the next by an intelligence infinite in power.