My Sperm

God helps everyone. God even helps the little sparrow, that's what it says in the Bible. I hope God doesn't help wirdien, but let me not think of that at the moment. Let me try to produce an equation (hopefully a sane one) instead. So God helps everything and everybody. And that includes sperm. Now I understand why the Kana movement teach their family-planning methods the way they teach them. Crafty lot. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, but since some monsinjur has got to be paid for actually doing something, then they come up with their keep sex open to all life. Yeah all life, I wonder what that includes, maybe mosquitoes in summer too huh? And since Kana is a branch of the Catholic Church, then, they preach and plead, have sex the knisja-style. I'm not sure they go into positionings, but I guess that as long as you always make sure the sperm is deposited in the female bank, then you got it just about right. Because then God will take action and help the sperm up, up, up until it finds an ovum, and you're knocked up in the real sense of the word. But sperm is sperm, and God still helps everything including sperm, so what happens when the sperm is deposited and stands a 0.01% chance of finding it's companion? Does God still help that sperm? Or does He realise that it would be all a waste of energy and retire to His white chambers? And what if rubber got involved and trapped sperm so tightly that God would have to work one of His miracles to make the rubber leak? Isn't that tiring stuff for God? I mean He's no young guy. He's been here for ever and ever, he must be ancient if not prehistoric. And yet we say we are in God's plan. Hardly, some people were probably never in the plan but leaked out of the rubber. And we are all made in God's image. That is something which is very sensitive and extremely subjective, so subjective that only Pope Be with all his homophobia could talk about. And yet God helped my sperm bigtime. And my guess is that He worked at it for 72 whole hours. One minute less and I might not have graced the world, and the world would have had to be content with just Mr. Arani Issa. But God knew, He had a plan for me. So He helped my sperm, perhaps put some red hot chili pepper on it, or gave it a set of roller blades... after which he cancelled everything and went on shutdown. I'll never know. Because the secret of my sperm lies in God's hands. I get the feeling though, that he might have told me dad a little something, however, if he knows, he's not telling.