Philosopher and photographer Laszlo Bencze writes,
When we look at the world of living things we don’t see the drabness we might expect of an evolved world. We don’t see a dozen species of algae, all very similar; a few clams; a set of fish of depressing likeness; birds, brown and small fluttering for food with grim efficiency, and four footed critters, all more or less in the raccoon category rustling in the uniform underbrush. Nor do we see people, stooped and stunted as if in some world Soviet, morosely going about their business sans music, sans art, sans literature. No, what we see is the sort of wild and outrageous creativity as a God exuberant with intelligence and whimsy might well devise. The world of evolution would give us a repressed, limited, boring world—never one that makes the morning stars sing together and the sons of God shout for joy.