I admit to being a logic-driven thinker. I don’t preclude emotion or sentiment from a thought process if either or both are elements to the thought in question; but I admit ultimately both of those factors rank lower than logic. No logic is infallible, and logic without either sentiment or emotion is heartless; but sentiment and emotion often cloud issues with superfluous variables. Emotions have their place; I’m not anti-emotion or coldly unsentimental.
I say this as introduction to a topic to which I’ve given a lot of thought over this last year or more. I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this blog that I’m not a particularly reflective person; I don’t spend a lot of time examining myself, my motives, my actions. The amount of time I’ve spend thinking about this, or the times I’ve caught myself thinking about this surprise even me.
I simply cannot believe in the theory of evolution.
It doesn’t make sense. To the small- and closed-minded who will quit reading there before hearing me out, good riddance. If there are any left, I appreciate your at least hearing me out. I’m not trying to change anyone else’s mind on what they believe; I’m not stating definitively I’m right. I don’t say this as an admission of guilt; I don’t indulge in guilt.
Evolution simply doesn’t pass the smell test. First, it defies the scientific principle that something comes from nothing. Mathematics also supports this; if you find you’ve a value after adding 0 to 0, you’ve got a computation fault. The slightest peek behind the curtain finds that evolution utterly fails a logical analysis. And Creation doesn’t make sense either, for the same reason.
Observance of any demolition supports entropy; order and precision do not follow an explosion. The larger the explosion, the larger the ensuing disorder. Yet I’m to believe that an explosion of cosmic scale created the universe around me by chance? Chance doesn’t trend toward order. The complexities inherent in even the simplest organisms defy the idea of evolution. I enjoy watching shows on the universe, but I simply can’t accept the premise that this all exists by random occurrence. The claims made by the theories of evolution are fantastic; but those made by creationists outright defy logic. Logically, the idea that our world came into existence spoken by an invisible, omniscient being is laughable.
I admit I struggled with these thoughts for quite some time; I spent far more time thinking about this than I typically do thinking about anything else. I am too independent to simply take someone else’s word for something. What I eventually recognized is that my logic is finite. As much as I’d like to think otherwise, I don’t have the capacity to understand a process such as the one that caused our existence.
Only an infinite logic can fully understand the variables that lead existence. No collection of finite understanding can ever equal an infinite understanding. I am not a cosmologist; I have an interest in this merely as an observer. I like to take photographs of stars and would eventually like to move into some more involved astrophotography. Such is the level of my interest; I am not looking for verifiable proof for either theory or the other.
Like all beliefs, the conclusion to which I arrived is a personal one; again, I’m not asking you to change your mind based on my ramblings.
Applying my finite logic to an infinite process, I’d rather believe there’s an invisible, omniscient being that created the world as we know it. It fails a logic test, certainly; but it fails fewer points, by my reasoning, than evolution.
To have a big bang kick start the evolutionary process, there has to be something from which the bang originates. Logically, something cannot exist before it exists; if the big bang is the origin of everything, from what did the bang originate? The sequence of events that followed this big bang is a ridiculously outlandish collection of coincidence.
There is deliberate precision in how our universe works. Little in life requires such levels of precision, but those that do are the product of care and attention. Such precision isn’t apparent in entropic environments; those caused by chance and random occurrence inherently display chaos and disorder. Our universe is so precise that we can calculate when certain celestial events are to happen; in a chaotic environment, this predictability seems unlikely.
Granted, the conclusions I’ve reached are circumstantial at best; I haven’t seen any evidence that conclusively proves God spoke the world into existence. I also haven’t seen any evidence that proves I’m a product of a long-ago supernova.
Faith and logic don’t coexist peacefully in my mind. The conclusion I’ve reached in my own thoughts is the product of factoring my finite logic into a faith, not doing the reverse. Those who believe in evolution must have faith as well, and perhaps theirs is a bigger, deeper faith; I’d have to have some kind of faith to put forth such a fanciful collection of coincidence and call it science.
If there is a God that created our world, I’d have to logically acknowledge that I, as a created being, am accountable to the higher authority. This acknowledgement isn’t easy because being accountable isn’t necessarily desirable.
I’d rather be wrong and find I’m not accountable to the Creator than to be wrong and find out I am.
I think it goes both ways. Yes, it is created by a higher spiritual consciousness that we all are, and yes, it is created out of many trials and errors – huge numbers! If you look at the evolution process, it took a great deal of time and experiments to get us where we are