The top half is based on an old 17th century etching complete with a few Latin terms: “Providentia” for Providence, the all-seeing Eye of God; and “Fama Bona” and “Fama Mala” good news and bad news. I was thinking about the curse God placed on Adam and Eve when they were kicked out of the Garden after they committed the Original Sin. He cursed Eve with pain in child-bearing (crying baby), Adam with the struggle to grow food by the sweat of his brow (crops and the need for government subsidy), and then He cursed us all with the little Generation Z girl and her ubiquitous smart phone. Fear (the dog), greed, violence, vice, chance, and gambling are all depicted in the card game. It’s rather tricky to jam pack the entire history of the world in an 8 x 10 space; I left out famine pestilence and war, but that could simply be more Fama Mala.
There is probability and then there is probability, sometimes when the odds are just too outrageous, even mathematical possibility seems just plain silly. Nowhere in scientific inquiry is this phenomenon more apparent than in the theories for the origin of life on Earth. Speculations based on a much too young fossil record and hunches about original atmospheric conditions have given us things like the Big Bang Theory and Primordial soup.
The lucky lightning bolt has to hit the soup at the right moment in order to properly cook the stuff into amino acids and proteins, then a few more perfect lightning bolts to eventually get an amoeba. Then, after several more lucky breaks our amoeba will crawl out and invent the smart phone. This is all possible by a combination of Time plus Chance; with enough Time and enough Chance anything is possible! And they call me delusional for believing in a Creator/God. I think Time plus Chance equals Chaos.
There are no decent transitional fossils between chimp and Human, fish and bird, etc. The “Missing Links” we do have are sadly insufficient. This leads to the difficult possibility that Creation is still an option – Creation is no less probable. But that could all change if archaeologists finally found the perfect missing link.
The two best things about Prairie du Chien Wisconsin are the Mississippi River and Pete’s Hamburgers. Pete’s opened the tiny shop in 1908 and utilizes the unusual technique of simmering the beef in water and onions. Very simple.
The All-seeing Potato King, like Zarathustra’s Ass, never complains, never speaks out against the people; he just sees all. The royal voyeur is the Warhol of Idaho, will you accept him into your heart?