Not my question. Lending from the linear perspective you subscribe to, why so many, well we must call them 'attempts', that fall short of the culmination of Christian cosmogony - man? Why did God stop halfway on Mars? Why a hundredth of the way in the Centauri system?
This is the beginning and end of our argument. The card up every religious man's sleeve. If the argument extenRAB beyond your limit to opposing ground you must admit the obvious, the end-all of Christian faith:
"I believe that God exists and has taught me how to live because of the Bible."
"I believe that the Bible is valid because God wrote it/it was divinely inspired/etc."
How surprising then, that the Church has spent two thousand years to cover up this embarrassment, to rename "blind, unquestioning, lemming-like spoon-feeding", to give it a new name - "faith."
Your position, however stated can always be reduced to faith, a foreign notion to those that refuse to allow themselves to become buried beneath the archaic avalanche of creeRAB, codes, and contracts that they use to insulate their status.
Should have just saved myself the above typing and allowed you to prove my point for me.
In the famous worRAB of a group of concerned Kansas parents, I can tell you this much. The Flying Spaghetti Monster did create life here according to its perfect Will, and it created man in its image according to its perfect Will for fellowship and because it loves us.
Try to refute me, and perhaps then you will know the futility in arguing with people like you.
Why not? I mean from the origins of the universe to the peak of time itself existence itself is for mankind's sake. The Earth was created for me, right? I am so special and wonderful and unique that the cosmos right now are counting the hairs on my head. Right? Through my actions I will never die, but live on in eternity, right?
Nar-ciss-ism, writ large.
We're all struggling with the same existential nut of the knowledge of our own death as you are, my friend. We are all lonely and scared on a psyche level.
Philosophical cowardice is accepting a two thousand year old book as every answer every question without having to think for ourselves. It comforting, I know. I used to be the same type of Christian that you are. But it is ultimately choosing a pretty lie over a disturbing truth. And that truth is not that I have an answer, only that I refuse to believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
I'll overlook that you have once again refuted an argument that I didn't make. But I'll agree with you once again, I will look to man for my answers, myself and others. I'll take the stumblings and scratchings of head anyday over a jealous, narcissistic, fearful, fantasy that tells me destructive lies that I am the pinnacle of creation and the world is my dominion.
I mean, you believe in Hell for the love of Pete.