We’ll give you a few excerpts, enhanced with our Curmudgeonly commentary and some bold font for emphasis. Because we don’t like to embarrass people, we’ll omit the letter-writer’s name and city. Okay, here we go:
In light of discoveries daily unfolding in genome and synthetic biology technologies, it’s got to be getting harder to reject an ‘Intelligent Designer’ and embrace atheism.
As you will see, the letter-writer understands little, but that sentence reveals that he knows one thing upon which we can all agree — Intelligent Design is a religious concept. On with the show:
Consider the lowly one-cell bacteria. In it are molecular machines [machines!] that make parts for other machines, machines that assemble machines [machines that make machines!], then check for errors and scrap incorrectly assembled units, a shipping and receiving department that checks material going in and out, little trucks [trucks!] hauling stuff for internal and outside use, gate keepers, garbage handlers, fuel manufacturing machines, highway builders for the trucks, a network that monitors and communicates conditions inside and outside of the cell. Instructions on how to do all this are written on a master blueprint -— DNA molecule.
Verily, it’s like a Toyota factory. Let’s read on:
Then there is the most complex machine in the universe — the human brain, with its 100 trillion connections producing a mass of communications that exceeds the Internet.
Yowie! It’s a miracle for sure! The letter continues:
Was it intelligence that put instructions into the DNA blueprint on how to build a brain that doesn’t consume 20 megawatts of power, rivals the Internet and can be built in nine months?
Well — was it? Here’s the only alternative:
Or, did it come about by random mixing of molecules in some big cosmic “bingo tumbler” without intellectual input?
And that’s how it ends. Observe, dear reader, the intellectual process that seems to have resulted in the letter-writer’s conclusion. He sees something (or rather, he hears about something third-hand), and then his eyes glaze over, his jaw drops, drool commences, and he enters a trance-like state from which he emerges, endowed with certainty that he understands what he has seen.
That’s not the way science is done, but it works for the letter-writer. Our only question is: What can he do with his knowledge?
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