Want proof that there is no benevolent God? That Intelligent Design is a flawed concept? That life really is random, meaningless, chaotic and cruel? I can provide it in one word.
Just before my trip to Ghana, I spent $70 at Sports Basement on a thin hooded jacket sprayed with insect repellent. I was picturing mosquito swarms torturing me each evening and I was determined to beat the system. But here’s the amazing truth: in my two weeks there, I never saw, heard or felt a single mosquito! Zero. Zilch. Nada.
Likewise, none in Verona, none in Salzburg, none in Cinque Terre, none in Positano. Each evening outdoors freed from the tyranny of the whine, buzz, sting and slap. My Sports Basement jacket lay unused at the bottom of my suitcase.
And yet last night in San Francisco, determined to overcome my jet lag and stop waking up at 3:30 in the morning, I heard the whine from hell. At 3:30 am. Moved to the couch, a few moments of peace and there it was again. What for the hell? Mosquitoes in San Francisco? Cold, chilly, summer-fogged San Francisco? And not just mosquitoes, but supremely intelligent mosquitoes who would wait just until the moment I was about to drift back into blissful sleep and then attack.
Today I begin teaching my five-day jazz course and had hoped for a well-rested night before teaching alone 6 hours each day. No such luck, thanks to God’s flawed— or cruel— plan. How can anyone have faith in a planet with mosquitoes?
I’m wearing my jacket to bed tonight.