On Darwinism

One of the places I want to visit one day is (are?) the Galapagos Islands. In my mind’s eye I see all kinds of fantastic Jurassic-period-type creatures who wander slowly and dangerously on low appendages close to the ground. Then their long-quick-as-lighting tongues would shoot out and grab their prey into their mouths and in their stomachs in one fail gulp.

Then they would burp a Jurassic-creature-type burp. I think, “The kids would love it.” Especially the boy.

Truth be known, I never fully understood how Darwin’s trip resulted with his Survival of the Fittest Theory. I do remember studying it in high school and in college and the only thing I really remember was the name of Darwin’s ship, the Beagle. Hey, it was an unusual name for a science ship. And the other thing I remember was that the theory was taught as fact, which of course is diametrically opposed to the actual definition of the word “theory.” Of course, I’m not a scientist, but I was curious enough to study a lot of science in college. So much so that I sat through Electromagnetics, Thermodynamics and Quantum physics in order to get a Physics degree.

As I begin a spiritual journey long ago - but not as long as others - I started to realize that my background in science did an adequate job (sort of) of explaining HOW we (mankind) got here, but does not in any way explain the WHY we are here.

And if you were to ask a scientist that exact question, ultimately their answer would be “I don’t know.” No - they would say, “There is no answer for that yet.”

So when it comes to the question of faith, scientists have their own faith in the unknown, because there is no answer that will truly corroborate the “theory.”

My true point is this, the science of pure Darwinism says we procreate because we have an instinctual urge to ensure our offspring will continue to propagate the species. You know, survival of the fittest. We fall for the hottest guy in the bar so we can have the most athletic, smartest and cutest kids. When we have children it is to satisfy that urge. And they would be the fittest of the species. That’s it.

I say “guy” because I’m a female and Darwinism has no explanation what-so-ever for homosexuality. Just thought I’d throw that in.

So under pure Darwinian science, there is no love. The feeling we get when we see our offspring is a result of neurological processes in our bodies that reacts to our urge to propagate our species. So love in the sense we feel it, doesn’t exist. Actually all emotion, love, fear, indifference(?) is a result of our need to survive.

Once again, survival of the fittest.

So I want to know, what neurological process will continue to let me love this? If this child doesn’t prove “fit” enough to have little Punas of his own, will I have to eat him in one fail gulp? And what stops me from banishing him from my familial community and attempt to have more kids to replace him if he doesn’t pick up his candy wrappers off the floor of his bedroom?

Sometimes he makes funny faces when he sleeps.

And when Neighbor Beth told me that he was upset last Thursday after his match because he strained his shoulder, the shot of emotion that went through me and brought tears to my eyes because I wasn’t there to comfort him was a mere physical response.

I’m not ashamed to say that I don’t know the answer to the question of why we are here.  No one does. Not Einstein, Gallileo, Hawkins or even Darwin. But he did give mankind something to debate. And he had the cutest name for a boat I’ve ever heard.

When I started writing this post, it started out as something really different but somehow it ended up as this. It’s probably controversial…but oh well.

There’s no church today again because of the snow. So I turned to the podcast on our church website. A couple of weeks ago, my pastor gave a great sermon on this subject. I am always fascinated by science/religion debates. Because my background would not let me fully accept God if I couldn’t prove He existed. What? There’s no experiment to prove the hypothesis that supports that conclusion? He must not be real then.

Until I gave up my own prideful need to know everything I wasn’t truly free. I felt I wouldn’t be smart anymore if I were to accept Him purely based on faith, because that’s what dumb and stupid people do. Smart people must have proof you know? I frankly was even more afraid of what other people would think. That they would look down upon me for not being smart.

So I’m happily dumb, thank you very much.

Happy Sunday and my neurological impulses say, I love you guys in blogland.

Posted on Spiritual Sunday…

If you are curious about the specific sermon I’m talking about, it’s here…it’s called “I was Scammed.” No pressure but it’s food for thought.