A rather sloppy clockmaker.
Considering that these words are typed into a machine that then causes them to
appear on a screen, it should be obvious that somebody wrote them. No need to
search for some intelligent design hiding in the wings. The design is obvious,
even if that's not necessarily true about the intelligence.
But the metaphor that came to mind (perhaps) as a result of my evolutionary reading
dealt with the relationship of the end product to its starting point. Certainly,
the end product appears, more or less, to be an intentionally constructed set
of ideas that has actually grown out of a purposeful gathering of certain raw
materials. But perhaps in reality it's nothing more than an almost spontaneous,
and surely inexplicable, appearance of meaning that's sprung from a random gathering
of links.
Go to: and that, and that, oh, and that ...