Lo again and welcome!

This most commenty comment of commentious proportions reminds me of this time I hired a monkey to take notes for me in class. I just sat there with my mind a complete blank while the monkey scribbled on little pieces of paper! At the end of the week the teacher said "Class, I want you to write a paper using your notes". So I wrote a paper that said "Hello, my name is Bingo, I like to climb on things, can I have a banana? EEK EEK!"
I got an 'F'! When I told my mom about it she said "I told you never trust a monkey!"

The End.

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After all, can the pencil lay claim to the artwork, or the keyboard hold rights to the poetry?
How then may man declare the workings of God as his own?

Myself, I am but a tool in the greater work of art that is this world of God's.