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Atheism was...

in existence before Darwin, before Copernicus, before the first bible was written, before any religion was conjured up by the first shamen.

Atheism needs no props... it is simply an un-belief, and, as such, needs no defense.

Religion only comes into play when there are people living together and some people feel the need to control other people, and then it's very useful to the ones with the control.

That Darwinism is supported by most athiests is that it provides a logical and believable reason for the diversity of biological life.

The reason that it is such anathema to religious people is that it pushes all gods off of the table, at least in the biological realm.

And we are all biological, I don't think that there's any argument there from either side. Of course, there's the little matter of an invented soul which has an amazing resemblance to all gods... it cannot be seen, felt or proved. And, like all gods, it seems to make no difference in the real world.

The theory of evolution has had a lot of awfully smart people trying to disprove it for 150 years, and all of those dead horses are still being beaten.

Science is open to any and all alternatives, but it somehow expects that, once something has been laid to rest the first ten or twenty times, that something, whatever it is, will have been explained. After about the hundreth try with the same something, science gets a bit testy, and after a thousanth time, it has all the appearance of not listening at all.

So please, come to science with a better explanation, and science, she will listen.

Just don't come with the same old s*** for the millionth time.

The origin of life, however, is a whole different, off-topic, thing... but the anti-evolutionists are almost always the same sub-set of people who are creationists.

That was my reply to a little discussion about "Darwinism" which sounds like it might be a religion but isn't.

Paying homage to an idea is not the same thing as worshipping a god.

Weird morning... I realized that no, I don't really enjoy reading the Sunday paper with all of the ads... I just read it with Karen. She loved it.

I enjoy reading the news... but it's not a need. And the ads? They irritate me, mostly.

I'm thinking about what I was 28 years ago, before I met Karen the first time.

And that, that time, needs to be where I start.

Shit.

That won't work.

My mind can't go there, my body can't go there.

And I am where I am and when I am and this, this right here, right now, is when I start being what I want to be for the rest of my life.

And I can change that direction whenever I want to.

And what might that be?

I still have no idea.

Many avenues, many directions.

The one thing that I don't really have time for... I am too old to change my skill-sets. Reduces my choices, but does not diminsh them. Just a requisition to do more research.

I could retire... but I can't do that.

Even free of the grief of losing Karen, I need to do something worthwhile, somewhere.

And I will.