I'm amused by the passion which Darwin enthusiasts are inflexible and blind to any other possible consideration. It's what makes the whole intelligent design issue so interesting. If you don't agree with me (they say) you are stupid, narrow, and ignorant.
Tell that to Paul Johnson, an eminent British scholar who writes in this week's Forbes Magazine an interesting thesis of the flaws in fundamentalist Darwinism. If this goes subscription the text is here too. This is not some right wing nut.
This is a man who for 50 years has been a paragon of analysis and examination of difficult issues.
Of particular interest to me was what the divine nature in man is all about. He postulates it's all wrapped up in WORDS. Other beings without the divine nature don't use words like man does. It is the capacity to communicate that is the divine nature.
Read his thesis and then tell me that the potential for intelligent design is rubbish.
Of course real Darwin Fundamentalists could just be stupid, ignorant and narrow minded. Turnabout is fair play.
A critical creative look at issues of Economics, Politics and Finding a Purpose in Life - Let's talk about it. I try to leave the woodpile higher than I found it.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
Hi Yo Silver, He’s Baaaack
I am not a team player, never have been. I’m good at being in charge or being a lone ranger.
This last week my weakness in this area became apparent. I traveled with a few other men in the nursery business touring the nursery growers in the southeast states.
I’m worn out. I’m not good at 24/7 with others. It’s not them, it’s me.
And, I shared a motel room (separate beds). Yikes!
But I’m home again. I’ll be traveling a fair amount this summer. ALONE!
Much of the trip was in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. It’s a beautiful place being polluted daily by condos, golf courses, and rocky top houses. Whatever yuppies are when they grow up are there.
Joni Mitchell sang, they take paradise, put up a parking lot.
I’ll blog on that issue later.
I wish I could have clicked my red slippers because there’s no place like home.
This last week my weakness in this area became apparent. I traveled with a few other men in the nursery business touring the nursery growers in the southeast states.
I’m worn out. I’m not good at 24/7 with others. It’s not them, it’s me.
And, I shared a motel room (separate beds). Yikes!
But I’m home again. I’ll be traveling a fair amount this summer. ALONE!
Much of the trip was in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. It’s a beautiful place being polluted daily by condos, golf courses, and rocky top houses. Whatever yuppies are when they grow up are there.
Joni Mitchell sang, they take paradise, put up a parking lot.
I’ll blog on that issue later.
I wish I could have clicked my red slippers because there’s no place like home.
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