Word on the street is that there are still folks out there who don’t buy into the idea that humans and all the other myriad life forms today evolved over millennia and aeons from ancestral life forms. As I understand it, the dissenting view is that there’s no need to resort to extravagant fantasies like natural selection when there’s a much simpler account: God did it. You have to admire the austere elegance of this perspective. It’s hard to come up with an explanation that better satisfies Ockham’s Razor. That said, Ockham, with his spare, minimalist philosophy of razors, wouldn’t last a minute in today’s cut-throat male grooming market, with its flexing triple blades, ergonomic handles, skin guards to reduce irritation, and all manner of other ingenious innovations. If he had had access to modern-day razor technology, you have to wonder if Ockham would have continued to rock that tonsure hairdo he and his fellow monks were so fond of. Maybe medieval razors just weren’t that effective at shaving off that stubborn remaining fringe of hair circling the head. It’s interesting also to consider if a tonsured monk, in certain situations, say on a first date and feeling a bit self-conscious about their bald pate, might de-emphasize their tonsure with a comb-over. Always a no-no, you can see right through that kind of thing.
One tack taken by those who scoff at the well-established scientific consensus on biological evolution is to point to the mind-boggling complexity of life forms. Look at a human. Look at the eye of a mammal. How could anything so complex, so wondrous have just emerged by pure happenstance, by plain dumb luck? Clearly a higher power was responsible. At first glance, we might plausibly interpret that to mean Justin Trudeau was responsible, but in general, most deniers of evolution hold that God was in fact the relevant higher power in question. For a century and a half, biologists have been frustrated by such flimsily constructed but firmly held beliefs and are bound to be exasperated for decades more, at least in Texas.
I guess someone might get a warm, comforting feeling from looking at living things and seeing awesome beauty and miraculous perfection, and ultimately, overwhelming evidence of an omnibenevolent, omniscient, omnipotent Creator. Sadly, that door is no longer open to those of us who have been disillusioned by seeing imperfection in living things. I might have had the soothing salve of faith in God once, but that dissolved long ago. One day, it dawned upon me that the strongest argument against the idea that God designed us is ass hair. No benevolent god could have designed a waste disposal apparatus with ancillary appurtenances of such deeply questionable utility, giving rise to egregiously onerous demands for zealous supervision in operation and maintenance. Similarly, whenever I’m blithely chewing my food, as I often like to do when I’m eating solid foods, sometimes I’ll bite the inside of my cheek, not on purpose, I should clarify, and in those moments, as indescribable pain explodes outward from my cheek and sears through my body, leaving a wake of banshee shrieking and wailing (metaphorical), I know that there cannot be a god, for what kind of god would design an organism so inept that it frequently forgets how to perform basic activities essential for its survival? I am also surprised all too often when I’m drinking something and my body whimsically decides that it might be merry to allow my lungs to sample some of the beverage. The really stupid thing about that is that lungs are not supposed to be used for drinking. I might not be a genius, and I’m pretty sure I’m not omnisicient, but even so, I’m smart enough to know that if I were designing a human, I’d separate the breathing hole from the food and beverage hole. Maybe move the waste disposal area further away from the fun zone, but I guess that one’s up for debate depending on one’s views regarding secondary uses of waste disposal mechanisms for entertainment and community building purposes. Definitely less ass hair, though. QED.