On the platform of a railroad station there was a large crate, with a big dog inside. He was the saddest dog you can imagine. A lady asked about him “You would be sad too,” she was told “if you were in his plight. He’s chewed the tag off the crate, and doesn’t know where he’s going.” That sounds like the shape this world is in. Evolution has chewed up the tag and modern man has no idea where he’s headed. Such a philosophy leaves everything to pure chance. Man’s existence has no rhyme or reason, no plan, no goal, no destiny; he just exists, if indeed, he even does that. I like what Mark Twain said, “It is strange what some people believe, so long as it is not in the Bible.” This is Just-A-Minute.