Another nail in the Coffin for Darwin's Missing Link Theory

[Charles Stucker]

When you talk about a missing link, all you're really trying to do is stick something in the face of religious people,

Right, because the goal of every scientist is to make people angry, particularly religious people.
Kind of makes you wonder about all those scientists who are also Christian, you know like Newton or Einstein, or heck most of the ones with a European heritage.
Having known a few scientists my observation is they come in two (broadly generalized) categories:
Those who want to expand human knowledge, and publish their findings
Those who want to get published, and establish tenure

Typically they either are religious or ignore religion. I never had people from the scientific community try to push atheism on me. I have had people fro the Religious community try to tell me 2+2 can only equal 4 because 'God Said So'
Go figure.

 

[Old Rocks]

Interesting that both the fundementalist religious and fundementalist atheists find this poem by Phd biologist Catherine Faber objectionable;

 

[Old Rocks]

The Word of God
Lyrics and melody © 1994 by Catherine Faber

From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline. . .
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground.
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.

There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still.
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.

By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
How the living things that are descend from things that were.
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
These tiny, humble, wordless things---how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.

And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade,
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made,
Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand.
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand.
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read.
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.