Since miracles happen only rarely, how can childbirth be considered miraculous...?

WARNING:
Wrench Boy is not officially recognized by any religious organization, past or present, native to the planet earth. Although Mr. Boy could very well be the premiere universal intellect, there has never been a scholarly or scientific study, discussion, debate, thesis, discovery, memoir, document shredding incident, scandal, crusade, nor public execution conducted on his behalf. He is uncertified in modern theological academics. So please be warned that any kind of truth found in the thoughts of Wrench Boy are unofficial, unsanctioned, and unindorsed by the elitist snobs who partake in modern day intellectual discourse. Believing in Wrench Boy may ruin your standing in certain circles and damage your credit rating in others.

Wrench Boy is not a doctor despite his ability to heal any wound, cure any disease.
	He rules the world without accepting followers for he detests all presidents, prime ministers and kings.
Wrench Boy is neither an evangelist nor a lawyer; he is not here to show you a path or to bail your ass out if you walk down the wrong one.
	He can, if he wishes, manipulate and control parts of the Universe, but he is not God. His offspring are not the saviors of humankind, nor is Wrench Boy himself. It's not that he can't help you, hesimply doesn't feel obliged to.
Wrench Boy grows weary. Immortality has its drawbacks. It makes one cynical, hard. The mortal whining, "Wrench Boy, save us..." "Have mercy upon us..." becomes tedious after a few millennia. But then there are the perks: Comet riding is a total rush, not to mention that feeling of unbridled power that surges through you when you're inside a sun going nova. Jupiter has some of the best atmosphere surfing in the galaxy and Pluto is a quiet place to chill. The time travel benefits are also worth the hassle of never dying, particularly if you are a deity that happens to be a history buff. Sometimes it's fun to pick an era and just hang out for a few decades, incognito. When the social cycle starts to swing an unpleasant direction, simply jump back to the beginning of that era or find another one to visit for awhile. There's no better way to learn history than to live in it. You'd pick up Latin fairly quickly if you spent a few years in ancient Rome.

Wrench Boy remembers everything that has happened to his numerous personal incarnations. He also recalls everything that has happened to everyone else who has existed.
He sees the people of this present making the same mistakes that their ancestors made in the past. Anthropologists believe the number one reason people of the past abandoned entire cities (leaving present day people with "ruins" to study and ponder) is soil erosion. It is a pattern that still exists today: Cut down the trees, plant a farm. After several decades the soil, which had previously been enriched by the seasonal cycle of fallen and decaying leaves, loses all of its nutrients due to the lack of trees and runoff from the weather.
Dead soil means dead culture. Historically speaking, cultures that create sustainable farming systems (like planting farms in forests) live longer . All others must become nomadic to survive. In the past nomads had room to roam, but today?
21st Century earth will either have to clean up it's soil by planting billions of trees or find another planet that doesn't mind being raped by "progress".

Mr. Boy delivers the good with the bad, but refuses to deliver junk mail in the form of catalogs and brochures. Wrench Boy does not use Direct Mail Marketing methods, nor does he accept any major credit cards.

He is not accepting applications for some dreamy-eyed, off-planet salvation. There is no space ark. There is no judgment day. Save the planet your on, yourself.

Oh yeah.... Don't send money.