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I Will Give Up My Belief In Evolution If Someone Finds A Fossil Rabbit In The Precambrian.

There Is No Great Invention, From Fire To Flying, Which Has Not Been Hailed As An Insult To Some God.

Religion Is Still Parasitic In The Interstices Of Our Knowledge Which Have Not Yet Been Filled. Like Bed-bugs In The Cracks Of Walls And Furniture, Miracles Lurk In The Lacunae Of Science. The Scientist Plasters Up These Cracks In Our Knowledge; The More Militant Rationalist Swats The Bugs In The Open. Both Have Their Proper Sphere And They Should Realize That They Are Allies.

The Idea Of Protoplasm, Which Was Really A Name For Our Ignorance, [is] Only A Little Less Misleading Than The Expression "vital Force".

The Creator, If He Exists, Has A Special Preference For Beetles.