There Is No Polite Way To Suggest

I Think Many People Are Terribly Afraid Of Being Demoted By The Darwinian Scheme From The Role Of Authors And Creators In Their Own Right Into Being Just Places Where Things Happen In The Universe.

If Nobody Cares, Then It Doesn't Matter What Happens To Flowers.

Isn't It True That Whatever Isn't Determined By Our Genes Must Be Determined By Our Environment? What Else Is There? There's Nature And There's Nurture. Is There Also Some X, Some Further Contributor To What We Are? There's Chance. Luck. This Extra Ingredient Is Important But Doesn't Have To Come From The Quantum Bowels Of Our Atoms Or From Some Distant Star. It Is All Around Us In The Causeless Coin-flipping Of Our Noisy World, Automatically Filling In The Gaps Of Specification Left Unfixed By Our Genes, And Unfixed By Salient Causes In Our Environment.

People Are Afraid Of Being More Ignorant Than Their Children―especially, Apparantly, Their Daughters.

The Juvenile Sea Squirt Wanders Through The Sea Searching For A Suitable Rock Or Hunk Of Coral To Cling To And Make Its Home For Life. For This Task, It Has A Rudimentary Nervous System. When It Finds Its Spot And Takes Root, It Doesn't Need Its Brain Anymore So It Eats It!