Looking over the edited mess of my previous post (and it's still a bit of a mess). There was a part that I cut out (not struck through), mainly because I really felt it deserved it's own post. The part was:
Personally, I like to say I'm a Deist on good days and an Agnostic on bad days. Other days I like to say I'm a neo-social-Darwinist (one who thinks symbiosis is generally a more effective path then "nature red in tooth and claw").Deist, Agnostic, Darwinist It looks like I'm a bit of a schizophrenic philosopher, but it boils down to the fact that I have no clue with what "The Truth" is, and I'm man enough to admit it. I may have guesses, theories and hunches, but nothing that I can say in my heart "Yes! this is it!". Still I look, and occasionally I find clues in the most unexpected places.
I'm pretty much a hardcore man of science (with a fair bit of mad scientist thrown in, you should hear my evil laugh), and it irritates me to no end when some glassy-eyed fundy says "but how can you live with out the wonder of miracles around?" Here is my answer to that, found it in a comic book (though it's one of the best comic books this century, Watchmen).
Thermodynamic miracles ...events with odds so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... ...Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of that thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... That is the crowning unlikelihood. the thermodynamic miracle.
But... If me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean you could say that about anybody in the world!
Yes.
Anybody in the world.
But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget...
I forget.
We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.
Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
When a fundy asks me where my miracles are, they are everwhere around me to the point of drowning myself in wonder when I glimpse the knowledge in strange places. How parched they must be for those same miracles, clutching that dry book in the boundless sea of life.
Out.