A couple of years ago, after I had been following the controversy for several years, I found myself listening to a long lecture by a Darwinist, replete with bafflegab and pretty lame examples. Finally, sensing (correctly) that I was unconvinced, he proclaimed to me, "You just don't understand how natural selection works, do you?"And suddenly, the penny dropped. What he meant was that I just don't believe in magic. I can't make myself believe in magic; I haven't been able to since I was a child. And I was no longer going to give the matter any attention.
A process that causes organisms that are better adapted for their environment to survive and reproduce more often than less adapted organisms just seems like crazy witchcraft. Furthermore, the fact that I don't understand it means that it's automatically false. Now if you'll excuse me, I must attend mass today. Near the end the priest plans on saying an incantation over a piece of bread and a glass of wine in order to transmogrify them into the body and blood of Jesus. Have a Blessed Day.*- One quote is real and the other is fake. You're big enough to understand satire, right?
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