There are few birds as extravagantly beautiful as a male peacock strutting his stuff with feathers in full display. Were the feathers painted by God for our viewing pleasure? Did they evolve along some gnarly, twisted path solely for the benefit of the peahen? I don’t really care. The whole evolution vs creation debate is not one I spend much time analyzing. Our eternal destiny will not be determined by belief in the mechanism by which this beauty blossomed on this planet. The beauty is here and all I care to do is marvel at it’s impossibility.