Our practice is to give you only a few excerpts from these letters, but this one is so brief that we’ll have to show you every precious sentence, enhanced with our Curmudgeonly commentary of course, and some bold font for emphasis. As we usually do we’ll omit the writer’s name and city. Okay, here we go:
I read with interest James Largay’s Your View about the controversial subject of creationism.
He’s talking about Is it time to end the evolution monopoly?, which inspired us to write this: Creationist Wisdom #335: Accounting Professor. It’s curious how these things sometimes spawn regional sequels. On with today’s letter:
It seems to me that anyone who observes the beauty, complexity and order of the natural world we live in — and actually thinks about it — is tempted by the conclusion that all this just can’t be by chance.
Uh huh. As we said in response to that earlier letter:
A creationist gazes slack-jawed at the world, drools, moans, sways back and forth, and then slips into a mindless trance. From that transcendent experience he concludes that the world is a miracle. Neat stuff!
But there’s more to today’s letter than mere trance-induced drool. Consider this brilliant argument he offers:
If chance were involved, it could just as easily have been a dark and hostile environment, like so many other worlds we now know about.
Uh … no. “Chance” would not have created us on the Moon or some other hostile environment. However, if some jazzed-up, super-powered cosmic designer were involved, maybe he would have plunked us down here and there in a variety of environments, in order to test his designs. And if we somehow survived one of those tests, we’d observe that we were unrelated to anything else in that world. But that’s not what we observe, is it? We’re located right where we evolved, and we know that because we can see that we’re related to all the other species on Earth. Therefore it’s obvious that we weren’t tossed here by “chance” or by some whacked-out designer.
There’s only one more sentence to today’s letter. Here it comes:
So, why not be grateful and accept that somebody up there must like us, even when we mortals have difficulty getting our feeble minds around that notion.
Does “somebody up there” like today’s letter-writer? Maybe. Maybe not. But your Curmudgeon likes him. He writes a good letter — for our purposes. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
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