On the occasion that some know-it-all televangelist recants the biblical account of creation. He does not speak for all of us.
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Soapboxes and Microscopes
We know so much.
The earth is round.
Elliptical orbits.
DNA’s double helix laid bare.
Higgs Boson making matter matter.
Dinosaurs and Carbon Dating.
Global Warming, BHT, DDT.
All for what?
Nothing.
Conceit, arrogance.
We’re so crass, so fucking smart.
Ants.
Crawling through the endless black chaos of the universe.
Insignificant little hotheads, with our electron microscopes and particle colliders.
Meanwhile, here on our minuscule little rock, we murder each other in droves.
Enslave, degrade, rape each other.
We’re racist, sexist, speciesist.
Science is our god.
Reason is the reason we go on.
Love, hope, mystery... sacrificed on the altar of science.
In their place: money, knowledge, and power.
Aren’t they making us so happy?
We lack imagination, we whitewash our children’s brains, and cookie cut the bits that stand out.
We are continually learning more and more and more...
We are learning how very unimportant we truly are.
That is, if it’s really all about our flow-charts and subversive, transcendent realism... we are well and truly fucked.
Standing ovation, modern man.
Thanks for everything.
I'm glad you think you know so much.
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