My Personality Conundrum - What it's Like to Be INTP, ADHD-I, HSP, and HSS all the Same Time

I have analyzed my personality to death over the last several years and found out how despite all of these categories or "boxes" as some people claim them to be, I'm quite a unique individual, no matter how I identify with something. No one concept is going to explain everything about me or anyone else, and that's the beauty of it all. My identity is not in being ADHD-I, INTP, HSP or HSS, or even a mom or wife or woman, because those are conditions, not identities. Knowing about these things only me to understand how my brain works so I can come to terms with my optimal state of being. What I am continuously fascinated with is how contradictory each of them are compared to the others. Being a Christian also makes things a bit odd on some scale. So here's how these strange combos seem to clash for me:

Quick definitions:
INTP - Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Perceiving by MBTI standards. http://personalityjunkie.com/the-intp/
ADHD-I - Inattentive Attention Deficit Disorder http://www.webmd.com/add-adhd/guide/adhd-inattentive-type#1
HSP - Highly Sensitive Person. Absorbs more sensory stimulation than the average person. http://hsperson.com/test/highly-sensitive-test/
HSS - High Sensation Seekier. Enjoys sensory stimulation and seeks out new experiences. http://hsperson.com/test/high-sensation-seeking-test/

ADHD-I and INTP
Being ADHD-I and INTP isn't really that odd in some ways, but there are definitely some things that alienate me from the INTP crowd as someone with inattentive attention deficit disorder.
1) Primarily, I struggle to read. NT personality types are traditionally recognized as big readers, but I always had trouble focusing on books. Only recently did I discover that I really like audiobooks, because I love stories and even nonfiction. I also have trouble watching a lot of TV, and I can't focus on visually consuming books unless I am totally hooked (which takes a while). So, audiobooks have been a lifesaver for me.
2) I also only ever did average in school because I just couldn't focus on my schoolwork. I also struggled to care about it.
In fact, this combination drives me to care less about a lot of things. Being an INTP doesn't necessarily make someone insensitive, but it can be a contributor, as our decision making process is led with logic and not emotions. Because ADHD-I means I can only hyperfocus on one thought at a time (despite needing both my ears, eyes and hands engaged at all times), I often forget to think about others.

ADHD-I and HSP
These two do not compliment one another very well, however in some ways they can be confused. For example, both people with ADHD-I and HSP have difficulty concentrating in overstimulated environments and may spend more time daydreaming than being productive in those kinds of situations. I have a number of automatic responses (such as talking about nothing for a really long time) in these situations so if you don't ask me to think too hard about something, I might seem fairly normal. If you want me to do anything more, however, you might want to rethink the atmosphere. Several things about these traits clash, however.
1) ADHD causes an unusual reaction to caffeine in that it is somewhat calming. HSP causes someone to be extra sensitive to caffeine. As a result, I can't tell if I am sensitive to caffeine or not. I know it doesn't spazz me out though.
2) With HSP, one is to look before leaping. I would say I do this the majority of the time, but ADHD normally causes one to act without thinking first. I don't think I really relate to the ADHD side of this.
3) ADHD and organization are not generally associated with one another, yet HSP seems to demand that I be organized. I am therefore in a constant battle to remain organized. One of my favorite places to shop is in office supply stores.
4) ADHD means inattention to detail, yet HSP means highly observant. I honestly am so confused about this one. I definitely miss a lot of obvious details - it took a toll on my math grades - and yet in a way I feel like I notice a lot of details others don't. For example, I am a perfectionist when I clean. It takes me forever because I jump all over the place, or I hyperfocus on certain things, but I will go crazy and clean everything to perfection in one day if I get the chance.

ADHD-I and HSS
I think I might also be Dr Aron's definition of a high sensation seeker. These kind of go together, honestly. Basically HSS to me seems like being a perceiving type personality. I like to try out new stuff, I love intensity of everything. I seek these things out. ADHD-I causes me to miss a lot of experiences, however, either because I wasn't paying attention to an opportunity, or because I feel so far behind in accomplishments that I don't think I have the time.

ADHD-I and Christianity
These don't clash, of course (Christianity doesn't clash with anything on this list), but my faith does affect my personality. One of my biggest struggles as a Christian with all of these mental orientations is getting around to all of the things I feel like I should be doing. Naturally, ADHD makes any kind of habit or system difficult, and therefore all the more necessary. I can usually keep up with something for a few months at best, such as reading my bible or writing in my prayer journal.

INTP and HSP
These two don't mix very normally, except where introversion and HSP overlap.
1) INTPs tend toward selfishness and because we lead with logic and not emotion, we might shun or misunderstand such concepts as empathy. Because emotions are last on the list for an INTP, they might even shut off without warning and simply not feel anything. For an HSP, empathy isn't a choice. This is why I cry a lot even without feeling anything. I cry far more than the average INTP. I am highly attuned to the emotions in the room, and handle the negativity of others very poorly, as I tend to absorb it and throw it back at them. I also have, in fact, cried at a story of a friend's ex-roommate. At Panera.
2) Because of #1, I care a lot more about emotional health than most INTPs, and despair more regarding arguments.
3) Because of #1, I am easily moved by things like music and stories. I cry a lot during worship at church. And I like folk. I don't think many INTPs like folk or other such quiet type music.
4) The combination of these can also give me a selfish streak. I never want to leave my house or do anything new for others because it's not part of the routine, and I have a hard enough time keeping up with basic life demands. Plus I am perfectly entertained at home for 3-4 days at a time. I don't even need extra socialization outside of my immediate family more than a few times a week.
5) There is another way in which being an INTP Although I enjoy things that cause me emotion, there are many things that I simply don't react to. Like those motivational sayings or other things that are intended to induce emotion. What I "overreact" to includes stories and certain kinds of music. I also get really excited about a beautiful landscape and can't resist some cute animals. But scrolling through the HSP facebook pages, many posts cause me to wrinkle my nose. Many supposed descriptions of HSPs don't fit me outside of Dr. Aron's page, such as this photo:

Okay, most of these are true of me, but it makes me squirm to read because I don't like the image of me that it implies - all mushy and into helping people. And I refer you back to #4.
Another example:

What?
And:

I don't think I am especially lovey. I do definitely dream quite a lot. And suffering is relative to your experience.
Anyway, I fit Dr. Aron's description in almost all ways. It does not mean "emotional", which is what a lot of these posts seem to mean.
In any case, I have a strange relationship with emotions.

INTP and HSS
I'm not sure if these clash or go together. I would have to know more INTPs on a personal level. Personally though, I love the intense sensory experience that HSP brings me, even the emotional aspect, so other INTPs would probably not relate to this. Many INTPs despise their emotional side, where I seek it out. I purposefully watch movies or listen to music that could make me cry.

INTP and Christianity
Most of the time on forums and the like, you will find that NTs believe in atheism or ambiguous things, but if you were to travel back in time, NTs would generally be Catholic, because that was the intellectual thing of the day. Farther back, say in Biblical times, it would be Greek culture. I think being an INTP flows nicely with Christianity. I am curious about the theological, historical and factual aspects of my faith. I want to know the truth, and so far the thing that has proven most true is Christianity, and I don't think anything will ever change that. I also like knowing why God ordains certain things, and I seek out the answer (with the full knowledge that I may not discover it until I meet him face to face). I also believe that the head pastor at my church is another INTP.

HSP and HSS
These work together but are an odd combo. As I stated previously, I don't avoid things like violence in movies. I kind of seek some of it out for the sole purpose that it makes me cringe. I loved the anime Code Geass because it made me so angry, and I still watch A Little Princess because it makes me cry. I want to ride roller coasters because they scare and thrill me at the same time, and I listen to music that moves and inspires my imagination enough so I can write something to twist the feels of another person the way my own feels are knotting up.

HSP, HSS and Christianity
I like this combination. I feel like HSP is part of what melts my sterile intellectual side enough to suck up my pride and accept God as the truth even when I might be embarrassed by it. I'm just too moved to deny my faith, and I want others to understand it as well.
HSS makes me want more.
Song of Solomon 8:6 expresses my desire for an intense relationship very well; "Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of YHWH." It is also this really cool song:

Actually, most of my Christmas music and Christian music is either humorous or very intense/passionate/epic like this.

So that's what it's like to be INTP, ADHD-I, HSP and HSS all at the same time. It is a very intense combination, but I'd say it also contributes to my happiness. Sure, I am prone to selfishness, pride and occasionally even criticism, and I've had to battle anxiety and fears in the past, but my relationship with the Holy Spirit seems to cultivate the good stuff too. I can at least sometimes be taken seriously in emotional matters thanks to being a Christian INTP; I am not totally cold-hearted thanks to being a Christian HSP; I am not a complete shut in thanks to being a Christian HSS; I can't take life too seriously thanks to being a Christian with ADHD-I. No point in complaining!

Qanna: A Jealous God

The jealous God loves, and wants me. He wants me to be well, to succeed, to be happy. Because he loves all of creation, and because he wants me to grow, he might not always let me be happy, but he does want me to be. Through life, he gives me glimpses of good things so that I can come to understand him a little, like a good father, intelligence, a husband, a mother, a home. With this, I can  obtain a kind of relationship with him. Furthermore, with these things that he made to help us understand, upon my requesting it and desiring to put him above all else, he has endowed me with his spirit. Because he loves me and wants me, with this spirit, he strengthens me, and he helps me. He delights in the truth and wants me to speak it. He despises lies that mask his glory, but tolerates them for our sake. We are broken. We cannot see him fully because we are used to the darkness and he is the sun. I see him now in little pieces. Eventually, I will see him fully, face-to-face, and then I will really know him - I will really know the truth. That is what I want, and that is what I will get.

If another should ever want him in that way, then that is exactly what they will get. God embraces me, holds on to me and as long as I don't want him to let go, he won't. I am soundly tucked in his arms, no matter what might try to pry me out of them. I would sacrifice my most prized possession for him, like he did for me. That is my God. He is strong, and fearless, and true, and right, and patient and jealous because he loves his people. He does not act out, and he has mercy, because he knows we are slaves to our own wills and diseased with habits that eat away at our souls. But he hates those habits because they harm us and pull us away from his life-giving love. Yet for his people, who he helps to come closer, we rejoice in suffering, because it produces endurance, which produces character, which produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that he gave us.

Christ died while we were still weak and broken, yearning for idols, and I was still weak and broken when I met him too. But the fact that he died not for perfect people, but for broken ones just shows how much he honestly cares and loves. We could barely comprehend him, and to behold him frightened us, but with that one act of sacrificial love, he was able to pour himself out and dwell among us, inside of us, so that we can become purified, and when this flesh dies, my soul will be wrapped up inside of his and will not die with my body, nor loosed into the wild to be claimed by other beastly spirits, but will be taken to a place of peace with him. And that love he displayed is what I want to know. That is the epitome of truth. I want to love so much that I would sacrifice anything for it, because love looses all chains. The more I exist in love, the more my priorities clear up, the more purpose I exist in, the more good I can do for the world, the more open to the truth I become, the more gracious I can be, the more hope-giving I can be, the more fearless I can be, and the more enriching I can be.

The truth will one day be revealed and so the seeking of it irrelevant. The future will pass and so the pursuing of it is worthless. The world was made to rot and renew and so beauty is a vain pursuit. Worldly rewards are a figment of the imagination. And so, what others want out of life is their business, but this love is what I want out of life, and the only way I can obtain it is through the God who is jealous for my soul, that he made, and longs to complete in him. That is the good of a jealous God, and that is why I long to continue to pursue him with every fiber of my being.

Worries Fly Away

The damp prison had been built miles beneath the surface, a place where the carefree were sent to learn of reality. Dirt and rot of dying rats or people penetrated every intake of breath. The sky to us became a black ceiling where soot gathered, kept still by the moist heat. The heavy weights we were chained to in the deep earth were hardly a problem compared to the heavy air. Still, the blame for my misery there could only be given to me.

As a child, I lived at the foothills of the mountains - just outside of the city. I looked up at the cold, white peaks reaching the stars and believed that I would cross them. Encouragement came with a stranger who told us about the other side. He said that he could take us over, however I considered myself too young to leave home and I stayed with my family, the place that I knew. I told myself it was just for now. As I grew older, the possibility of leaving seemed nearer and more opportune than ever, so I packed my bags, and told my family I would be off for bigger and better things, though I did not yet know exactly what.

The elders of the city gaped at me - how could I leave all of this responsibility behind me? It was beyond their comprehension. I had things to do there, and someday my parents would be old and I would have them to care for. They questioned me - what would become of my younger siblings? I looked up into the peaks. They were dangerous, after all. It would be easy to slip on a landslide. And then what would happen? I'd die, of course. I finally gave in. They were right... it was unreasonable to drop everything and climb the mountains.

Over time, the world became bleak. Our city had been under the ruling of a tyrant from far away, and they threatened to send more soldiers but no one wanted to look in their direction - it was too frightening. There was a day when the skies finally blackened and soldiers from a foreign land marched upon us. Some of us were killed, but most were only taken as slaves. "If you leave," they told us, "the ones you leave behind will be killed." Over time, however, we integrated into their culture. It was not long before our city was surrounded by black walls, black houses, soot and stray dogs. The trees I knew so well were torn down to make way for worldly inventions.

These invaders were from another part of the valley, but we had never paid them much mind before, and now, after they destroyed our homes, we didn't pay them much mind either. Silently we despised them, whilst outwardly we laughed with them and worked for them. It was all the cycle of life, after all.

Sometimes on rare occasion, I would find myself in a place of the city where I could see the peaks. I would look upon them for a long period of time and wonder what would have happened if I had climbed long ago. I could be free, I thought. Yet all I did was shake my head and return to what I suddenly realized was living death. I grimaced and continued, despite my discovery.

As time passed us all by, my emotions fell behind me. I became stiff, bored, and exhausted. I resented the rules, but continued to obey them. Then my mother passed away. My father passed away. The elders passed away and I no longer saw my siblings. One day the stranger returned, but none of us cared. He said he would take us through the mountains and show us how to live and be free, but we would have to let go of everything we had here.

Every one of us shrugged it off and let him sadly disappear into the mountains. "I will return when you are ready," he stated. If I had been younger, I may have rolled my eyes. Instead I reaffixed my life back to my job, the people around me, and my masters in the valley. This faulty peace did not last long, however. There came a day when a man had disobeyed and we were all punished. We had not eaten for two days, and I could no longer think properly. So, I went to my master's house and I stole from him. When we were confronted, I confessed quickly to get it over with. My master was displeased and punished us further. Soon, fights broke out and a rebellion started. After all, they had always despised us as much as we despised them. It ended with everyone of our kind in a prison beneath the earth.

They reminded us daily that we were in the earth because it was reality. Reality, we were reminded, is a troublesome place but we must learn to deal with it, and even enjoy it. Reality, we were reminded, was not a hopeful place, but some place dark, so pleasure must be taken wherever, and they taught us to be gluttonous when we had the chance. They taught us that our success is made by pleasing others and having others respect you for becoming great in their eyes. We learned that we were part of the world there and would have to live with it if we wanted to have our part of the valley. We were taught, we learned and we accepted.

While chained in the dismal deep, there was one day I realized that I was not part of this world. I could never belong to this world, and I would never be happy with my valley. I was not happy with it when it was normal. It had been barren and it was difficult to survive. The elders were overbearing and I had felt very controlled. I did not belong in the valley.

I waited then for the stranger to return. After all, only he knew the way to freedom. We could climb the mountains ourselves, but our elders had been correct - the mountains were dangerous and it would be irresponsible to leave anyone behind without inviting them. I gathered the others to me and shared my thoughts. No one agreed. I waited alone for the stranger to return, but I felt noticeably more free. Suddenly the things that happened here did not matter because I would go beyond the mountains.

At one point I thought the stranger would never come. My thoughts teetered on the precipice of my sanity. Blood and dirt were so common to my eyes that I might have found comfort in them, had I chosen to lose the hope I had. It was at this point when the stranger came for me. He came to my prison bars and asked "Would you like to go now? You cannot return if you come with me, but you will be free." My eyes and my weak smile replied for me.

So easily, he opened the door, as though it had never been locked - he had bought me, after all. He unfastened the chains around my wrists, ankles and neck like they had never been forged together and I was free. How long had I been there? I did not even recall the length of time.

Like magic, no guards came running to send me back, and even if they had, I felt I had the confidence to stand up to them - as long as the stranger was there. We exited quietly, and I bathed in a small creek outside of the city. I was not able to remove all of the dirt, but it was good enough.

Although we were out of the city, the mountains loomed before us like the city's massive black walls, their peaks hidden among the gray clouds in the morning. Their slopes were as barren as the valley below, and dust caked back onto my skin. As we climbed higher, I grew tired and ill. The oxygen thinned, and the cold air dried me. The dust etched its way into thin cuts that developed on my hands and feet from dehydration. Headaches and stiff winds followed us to the top. Although I was ill, the stranger stayed with me. He was never sick like I was, but it pained him to see me suffering, like I were family he had known all his life. I still feared he would leave me behind. I was afraid that he was a fake, or that the blue skies, white clouds and greenery would beckon his imagination as it did mine. "If you are worried that I might leave you, call on me," he told me like he had read my mind.

"But I do not know your name," I replied.

He hugged me and whispered it in my ear. His arms somehow made me warm against the wildest wind and coldest snow. He had felt the cold and the wind. He knew what it was, yet as he passed through the pass day after day, he was no longer susceptible to it.

Gray hung above us, darkening my mood. Gray blew around me, shoving us this way and that. Gray was the ground beneath us, holding our frozen feet fast to the top of the mountain, but red warmth was between us. As we dipped below the fog and the rocks beneath us retreated into a downward slope, The snow gave way to sights I hadn't imagined. Fields of blossoms cloaked the grassy hillsides until they met forests of pines. Sparkling brooks cascaded into steaming, swirling pools.

The slopes flattened at the bottom into moss-covered rocks and open plains. I saw the shadows of white clouds move gently across the wind-blown grass, slowly making their way out to a blue expanse. The closer we came to it, the more I could tell - this was the sea. The freshness of the air penetrated my world. My muscles could relax, as my ears only recalled the sound of birds crying, and tons of water splashing and retreating over and over.

"Are you worried about the ones you left behind?" the stranger inquired.

"Yes, of course..." I replied, uncertain if he would ask me to go back. "If only they could see this! I can't imagine returning to the city."

"Then I will go back for them, but I can only save them if they wish for it. Anyone who would prefer to live in the valley at the city may stay, and anyone who would prefer to come to me may come."

I thought of this as my doubts ebbed away. I had made it here, guided by the stranger who never left my side. If they wanted to, they could as well. The few others who had crossed the mountains joined me to feast and to dance. Not one of them wished they had stayed behind, and no one who stayed behind had been denied by the stranger. Immersed in beauty and love of the world around me, my worries took wings and flew away.

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

Matthew 6:19-21

Misconception: Christians "Love" God to Get to Heaven

Actually, you could take that title either way. It isn't entirely a misconception. The real misconception at the base of that is what Heaven is.

Heaven is where God is. Heaven is being with God, surrounded by him. Heaven could be ugly, brown, gray and dusty; but if it has God then it is worth it. That's what Heaven is. It isn't the streets paved with gold. It isn't the promised places that he prepared for us. It isn't the soft green grass or harps or halos or clouds. Heaven is being with God. I'm in heaven when I'm with God.

Now if you aren't Christian, you are wondering why I think Heaven is so great if it isn't about the pretty stuff in the sky. If you've never been in God's presence then you wouldn't know and I can't explain it. The most I can explain to you is why I love God and why I want to be with him forever.

I love God because in the very beginning, when humanity betrayed him, he promised he would rescue us. I love God because when his people were starving in the desert, he provided them food. When their enemies threatened to destroy them, he led them to victories, accomplishing more than they could have dreamed. When they were slaves, he even gave their slave-owners chance after chance to relinquish them. When they did not, he still rescued his people. He protected and rescued the good, and he wiped out the bad so that good could thrive. Although he makes it clear that women should be women and men should be men, he also esteems them equally. There are many strong and powerful women in the Bible, like Esther. He esteems all creation equally, and understands their places.

I love God because he, a shining being of all-powerful royalty, beautiful in every way, dressed in rags and walked among the lowest places of the earth as a hick from Nazarene. Saying Jesus of Nazareth was like saying Albert of the Midwest back then. I love him because he taught us how to survive in the desert and how to survive in our own personal wildernesses. He gave us hope. God allowed himself to be beaten and speared and tossed into the fiery pits of Hell by taking on all of the burdens we've borne. He carried everything I've ever done - the time I told my brother I hated him, the time I screamed and embarrassed my parents. The times I thought mean and rude things about my classmates, the times I've hurt my parents or lied to someone. He carried the weight of that to Hell so I wouldn't have to.

I love God because he has healed me. Again, and again and again. He has brought me through dark places so I could find beautiful ones. The darker the place I've gone through, the more incredible the things on the other side. I love him because he loved me first. He has pursued me, and not only me, but everyone. He is with us at all times. When your parents didn't do a good enough job, when your brother or sister leaves you, when the person you married fails you, and when your friends drift away, he is always there.

So if you wonder, just remember the list. That isn't even a specific list. But if I were specific, it would be a TLDR* situation and that isn't necessary at this point.

Christians don't pretend to love an imaginary being they can't see out of fears that they won't reach the place with golden streets. Maybe people think they are Christians and do that, but a true Christian isn't in it for that kind of material reward. In the Bible it describes God as being with Abraham and Isaac and everyone in the ancient times. It describes God as being in us after Jesus leaves. In that sense, we know he is there and do not have to see him. We know he is there and we love him because of it. We love him because while he is in us, we can understand it when he speaks to us and teaches us. And while he is in us here, we want to be surrounded by him. That is why we love him, and that is why we want to get to Heaven. It is because we want to get to where God is.

*Too Long Didn't Read

Creationism vs. Science

I apologize for not making my last anime blog yet, but I'll get to it when I get to it. But for now, I feel prompting on the topic of Genesis and a few passages near the very, very beginning that used to worry me.

I had been reading Genesis chapter one, and although I had read it before, I noticed something that irritated me. In verse three God creates light and separates it from the dark. At first, you're assuming the stars and the sun and all that, because it says he called the light "day" and the dark "night". Then, in verse fourteen you are suddenly left shocked and confused because it says that God divided the day and night - implying that they weren't before - and says that he created the sun and the moon (of which they correctly accredited the science of the four seasons to by the way). You're left in the dark, right? He created all these things like the planet and its shape and the water and all that, but apparently the sun wasn't there yet.

Before I go about answering this question, there is the matter of time which trips people up quite a bit. It does indicate in the Bible many times that God doesn't care about time. Humans who claim that God actually created the universe in six days don't really seem to get that God doesn't care about our days. Sure, six days I suppose, but they're six days in God's time, and according to 2 Peter 3:8 "With the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day." That's God's time for you. When he says "soon", it might mean next year. In thirty years, you might agree with him, but at the time it seems quite lengthy and that is because he lives in the past, present and future all at once. This minute isn't even this minute for him. Kind of mind blowing, right? Anyway, I just wanted to point that out because I think science could have taken as long as God wanted it to take for things to happen.

Back to the original question, the difference between the creation of light and dark versus the sun and the night must be made clear. Oddly enough, I was watching an episode of charlieissocoollike, a popular youtuber who I enjoy from time to time. Charlie is actually an atheist (and for those of you who judge, he's a normal and wholesome individual, for lack of a better term). However, he likes doing these short little vlogs about science, where he briefly and simply explains some smaller scientific concepts so they are fun and easy to understand. Perhaps it is childish that I watch them, but I think they're fun and interesting, even though I generally already know the information. This last one was about stars and he mentioned something I hadn't really thought much about, even though I had heard of it. He dipped into the surface of the fact that we are technically made out of stars, just like everything else on the planet.

If God made the light, and we are made from stars, who is to say God did not create the stars first or something like them, and then when they "died", they became the planet, which is where we could have been truly made from the dust? No human in the days of Moses would understand that we were particles from a ball of gas like the sun, but now we do know that information, and we should also be intelligent enough to interpret the words send in the times. It says he made the light, so perhaps he made the stars. After that, he formed the earth and the waters - everything but the living creatures. So after the light is spread out among other stars and celestial things, we have the dust, and rocks of the earth. This is when we joined our solar system as a planet rotating around the sun, creating our four seasons etc. So now we are a blank planet made from a star, rotating around a star, and with a moon.

Wonderfully enough, there is no woeful tale in Genesis about how creation had to survive in the darkness or anything stupid. Instead, a very scientific and straightforward approach is taken, and it says that next came all of the plants, and then all of the animals. If God created man from the dust of the earth, then we are still made of the same star material which we had before. He may have then just created all life from the dust. We were just made special, and after all of the other animals. Because we were some of the latest creatures to have "evolved" into actual homo-sapiens as opposed to older humanoids, I think its quite possible that Adam and Eve were just the first of our real race, or of one of the much closer races. It is possible that older humans were just not capable of possessing a human soul, or the Holy Spirit and so they could not comprehend enough of God to be considered in his image. We do know that Adam and Eve were not the only people on the planet after all, so what exactly made them so special? The only thing I can think of is that although they may have been the first homo-sapiens or something of the like, they were not the only human-type creatures around.

Of course, this entire blog is speculation, but hopefully it brought you some interesting thoughts and answered a few questions. That's my analysis of Genesis versus Science because I usually find that God and Science fit together nicely. He did create it after all. We just have to figure it out.

Here is the link to Charlie's vlog if you would like to see it. Its about five minutes long, and quite enjoyable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pag1NdPKcYM