Truth is

As I was looking through all the photographs from the past to the present a thought came about. There is no way that "by chance" we all came into being. When I was looking at the photographs, I saw memories, happiness, emotions, sadness. Nostalgic sensations hit my nerves. There is no way there is not a God, because such beautiful memories, people, places, could not have been created by chance. And you are an idiot if you think otherwise.