To the Atheist

The story is told of a colony of mice that made their home at the bottom of a large upright piano. To them, the music was frequent, even routine. It filled all the dark spaces with lovely melodies and harmonies.
At first the mice were very much impressed by the music. They drew comfort and wonder from the thought that someone made the music, though the person concerned was invisible to them, yet should be very close to them. They loved to tell stories about the great unseen player who had been playing and could not be seen by any ways.
Then one day as adventuresome mouse climbed to the upper part of the piano and returned with an elaborate explanation how the music was made. Tightly stretched wires of various lengths that vibrated and trembled from time to time. In the same way, another mouse too ventured little further and came back telling hammers dancing and leaping on the wires.
The theories that they developed were complicated, unrealistic but complete with evidences. At the end the mice concluded that they live in a mechanical and mathematical world and their stories were merely myths.
But the unseen player continued to play nevertheless.