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"In the beginning" begs the existence of a dot, the endpoint of a line referencing time and movement, like an ant on the Golden Gate Bridge.
If there is time (now) and movement (how?) why do we shun this guess the size of a  galaxy, turn from the possibility of a God placing us just so?

I may travel by antenna, feel my way blind on small  steel and close pavement, stopping for crumbs. But just because I cannot see it does not mean there is no sky.