I won't sing to you like Chris and Ne-Yo, but I'm fresher than a stick of deo.
Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution.
The more we know, the better we realize that our knowledge is a little island in the midst of an ocean of ignorance.
Does the evolutionary doctrine clash with religious faith? It does not. It is a blunder to mistake the Holy Scriptures for elementary textbooks of astronomy, geology, biology, and anthropology. Only if symbols are construed to mean what they are not intended to mean can there arise imaginary, insoluble conflicts. . . . the blunder leads to blasphemy: the Creator is accused of systematic deceitfulness.
The business of proving evolution has reached a stage when it is futile for biologists to work merely to discover more and more evidence of evolution. Those who choose to believe that God created every biological species separately in the state we observe them, but made them in a way calculated to lead us to the conclusion that they are the products of an evolutionary development are obviously not open to argument. All that can be said is that their belief is an implicit blasphemy, for it imputes to God an appalling deviousness.
The living world is not a single array. . . connected by unbroken series of intergrades.
Seen in the light of evolution, biology is, perhaps, intellectually the most satisfying and inspiring science. Without that light it becomes a pile of sundry facts -- some of them interesting or curious but making no meaningful picture as a whole.
So, Magellan, where are we going? (Danger) Away. I’m open to any location, so long as it doesn’t involve returning to your house while Wart-Head is there.
I'm glad that I still have the ability to tour in Europe. I do love it.
There is no need for the scientist to go into whether an observation was made, nor into the who, what, when, or where. The data on which scientific theorizing is based are rather the propositional contents of the instrument readings recorded, or the facts detected thereby.
Good humor pokes fun at the powerful — not the weak.