Some Factors In My Lingering Doubts About The Theory Of Evolution
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If I'm at all interested in evolution it's in the ways that human ingenuity has applied it to everything. The fine tuning that has made this world possible. Think of all the crazy, gutsy experimentation that went into something so basic as figuring out how an egg works. Let's see what happens if we boil it in water. Or, no, let's break it open and fry it in some grease and eat it. It boggles the mind. The people who performed the early experiments with food were the astronauts of their time. The discovery of cheese, for crying out loud. Bacon. Corned beef hash. Holy shit, cotton candy. Dill pickles. Think about anything hard enough and it becomes a miracle. The history of exploration --its rich and extensive literature-- is nonetheless limited, its definition of discovery far too narrow.
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