Inspired by some comments in a recent thread, and in the absence of any news from our global sweeps, we depart from this humble blog’s usual subject matter to write about a claim we often hear from creationists — evolution is a wicked religion that competes with theirs. Okay, dear reader, let’s play with that.
Let your imagination wander back — way back — to an early tribe of the first humans from which we all descend. It is night in the forest. The camp fire flickers brightly and the drums beat rhythmically. Just outside the gathering, the tribe’s newly-domesticated dogs keep vigil, occasionally howling at the Moon.
The men are repeatedly chanting: Ramu Natu … Ramu Natu … Ramu Natu! That’s their name for RAndom MUtation and NATUural selection — the unseen forces primarily responsible for their existence.
The females are dancing erotically to the beat of the drums and the chanting of the males. Overhead, perched in the branches, ape-like creatures chatter while they gaze uncomprehendingly at the sight, bewildered by the antics of their distant cousins who long ago gave up the paradise of life in the trees in order to pursue a harsh, challenging, two-legged existence on the ground.
Then, suddenly, the drums and the chanting stop. The dogs and the apes fall silent as, illuminated by the firelight, the human males embrace the females. All that can be heard are cries of ecstasy as the ritual reaches its finale. Hold that memory in your mind, dear reader, because we are the result of that long ago night.
So, are the creationist right? Is evolution just another religion? Like our distant cousins in the trees, let them think what they want, as best they can. We know better. Humans have had numerous deities, known by a great variety of names, but we should never forget Ramu Natu, the origin of us all.
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