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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.

Quantitative Work Shows Clearly That Natural Selection Is A Reality, And That, Among Other Things, It Selects Mendelian Genes, Which Are Known To Be Distributed At Random Through Wild Populations, And To Follow The Laws Of Chance In Their Distribution To Offspring. In Other Words, They Are An Agency Producing Variation Of The Kind Which Darwin Postulated As The Raw Material On Which Selection Acts.

Man Armed With Science Is Like A Baby With A Box Of Matches.

It Seems To Me Immensely Unlikely That Mind Is A Mere By-product Of Matter. For If My Mental Processes Are Determined Wholly By The Motions Of Atoms In My Brain I Have No Reason To Suppose That My Beliefs Are True. They May Be Sound Chemically, But That Does Not Make Them Sound Logically. And Hence I Have No Reason For Supposing My Brain To Be Composed Of Atoms.

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