I just watched this debate between Ray Comfort and the Rational Response Squad on whether or not there is a god. Obviously, I'm on the atheistic end of things, given that by god they mean Adonai Eloim Jehova (who is neither Adonai or Eloim to me). However, I didn't really see a good rebuttal to Ray Comfort's argument of the implied artist.

It was late Firiday night and I'd just come home from seeing 300 with a friend. It was a problematic movie, but by not taking it seriously I managed to enjoy it and found my imagination sparked by the imagery of the film. I sat down at my computer and typed out, stream-of-consciousness, the ideas about art that were percipitating in my mind. I was in a creative groove: my mind was like a deep river flowing through the universe. I felt truly connected to myself: thought and expression gelled in a truly marvelous way.