<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341568438223797749</id><updated>2011-08-19T06:17:52.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon of Sanity</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts about an interesting world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341568438223797749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bacon of Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344187344644955889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341568438223797749.post-7670439302384633479</id><published>2010-02-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:28:32.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>Cool video from the &lt;a href="http://playingforchange.com/"&gt;documentary&lt;/a&gt;, "Playing For Change: Peace Through Music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341568438223797749-7670439302384633479?l=thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7670439302384633479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1341568438223797749&amp;postID=7670439302384633479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341568438223797749/posts/default/7670439302384633479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341568438223797749/posts/default/7670439302384633479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/2010/02/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Bacon of Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344187344644955889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341568438223797749.post-5340057230920680416</id><published>2009-03-02T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:35:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs on a Desert Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lately I've been exploring &lt;/span&gt;the website for &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/desertislanddiscs.shtml"&gt;Desert Island Discs&lt;/a&gt;. It's a radio show where guests choose eight musical pieces they'd take to a desert island. The guests then discuss how each piece relates to their lives. Here are my picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Vorspiel/Weia! Waga! Woge, Du Welle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer Richard Wagner&lt;br /&gt;Performer Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;CD Title Wagner: Das Rheingold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prelude to &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=90286740"&gt;Wagner's&lt;/a&gt; Ring Cycle, it's been described as the &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/pt/pt.motm.rwagner.01.rmm"&gt;creation&lt;/a&gt; of the universe in a slowly unfolding movement. Great for watching the ocean wash onto a beach of a desert island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFkyAD9gS6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFkyAD9gS6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Birdhouse in Your Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composers John Flansburgh and John Linnell&lt;br /&gt;Performer They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;CD Flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is &lt;a href="http://tmbw.net/wiki/Birdhouse_In_Your_Soul"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt; to be about a child's nightlight, but it always reminds me of my wife. &lt;em&gt;Flood&lt;/em&gt; was in the the air when we fell in love and it makes me smile every time I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="271" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtvmusic.com:54303" flashvars="dist=http://www.mtvmusic.com" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer John Lennon and Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Performer The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;CD Abbey Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/~beatleboy1/dba11road.html"&gt;medley&lt;/a&gt; of song fragments that ends &lt;em&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/em&gt;, so it's three songs for the price of one. "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." Sappy and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYwvJbkaDs0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYwvJbkaDs0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Minor Incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Composer Damon Gough&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Performer Badly Drawn Boy&lt;br /&gt;CD About a Boy&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A nice message of parental love from &lt;em&gt;About a Boy&lt;/em&gt;. Like novelist &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2000/nov/08/fiction.nickhornby"&gt;Nick Hornby&lt;/a&gt;, I also have an autistic son and the lyrics resonate with me the same way. (listen to the song, ignore the video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUpZdLwjteY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUpZdLwjteY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. We Are All Made of Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer Moby&lt;br /&gt;Performer Moby&lt;br /&gt;CD 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was &lt;a href="http://www.thebeatlesrockband.com/cinematic.php"&gt;Carl Sagan &lt;/a&gt;who said, "I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together...Goo goo ga joob." Gesundheit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arqH3HL_WBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arqH3HL_WBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6. Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125 IV. "Ode to Joy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;Performer London Symphony Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;CD Title Immortal Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic. Transcendent. I'm fond of the scene in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Immortal Beloved&lt;/span&gt; where an aged Beethoven attends the song's premier, recalls his boyhood, and touches the stars (turn your volume up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4VouG_EO60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4VouG_EO60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The Body of An American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Composer Shane MacGowan&lt;br /&gt;Performer The Pogues&lt;br /&gt;CD Poguetry in Motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I make a song list without including the Pogues? This one has it all: death, drinks, love, loss, drinks, gypsies, boxing, war, and the longest accordian denouement I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q97IfBOIR5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q97IfBOIR5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Into the West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer Fran Walsh, Howard Shore, Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;Performer Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;CD Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my desert island songs would include this one from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Return of the King&lt;/span&gt; where the hero sails into the afterlife. I'd like to think the end will be just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgcoBKWTW14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgcoBKWTW14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your desert island songs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1341568438223797749-5340057230920680416?l=thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5340057230920680416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1341568438223797749&amp;postID=5340057230920680416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341568438223797749/posts/default/5340057230920680416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1341568438223797749/posts/default/5340057230920680416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaconofsanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-on-desert-island.html' title='Songs on a Desert Island'/><author><name>Bacon of Sanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344187344644955889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341568438223797749.post-4601653043320051063</id><published>2009-02-25T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:24:14.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon and Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Welcome to Bacon of Sanity&lt;/span&gt;, a blog of random thoughts about our interesting times. Why Bacon of Sanity? I was thumbing through a magazine recently when I came across the phrase "a beacon of sanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My mind was wandering &lt;/span&gt;and I thought it read "bacon of sanity." At first I thought, "That sounds odd." After reading the words again, I realized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The article was not about bacon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bacon of Sanity" would make a nice name for a blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a sudden craving for bacon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The mind is like that.&lt;/span&gt; It wanders a lot. We spend a lot of time dreaming about stuff we don't have. We sweat the small stuff that doesn't matter. We sweat the big stuff we can't change. We regret yesterday. We worry about tomorrow. And we usually do it all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Buddhists call this our "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind_monkey"&gt;monkey mind&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; It's like our brains are rooms full of monkeys. All day long, the monkeys swing around, eat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_and_banana_problem"&gt;bananas&lt;/a&gt;, pick fleas, fling &lt;a href="http://www.gamegecko.com/monkeypoofight.php"&gt;poo&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/in/hypnosonic/Parable_of_the_Monkeys.html"&gt;type&lt;/a&gt; the complete works of Shakespeare, which they never seem to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hdrcDDqRHk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hdrcDDqRHk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We can't get rid of the monkeys. &lt;/span&gt;But we can keep the fleas and poo at manageable levels. Or at least let the monkeys out to play sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Which leads me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/darwin_charles.shtml"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This year is the bicentenary of his birth, as well as the 150th anniversary of &lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://darwin-online.org.uk/EditorialIntroductions/Freeman_OntheOriginofSpecies.html"&gt;On the Origin of Species&lt;/a&gt;, which set out his theory of natural selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/images/2008/02/13/darwin213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Darwin definitely had a monkey mind. &lt;/span&gt;He spent years &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;islist=false&amp;amp;id=6105541&amp;amp;m=6105662"&gt;obsessing&lt;/a&gt; about voyaging vegetables, floating pigeon corpses&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;ostrich &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;islist=false&amp;amp;id=6105541&amp;amp;m=6105662"&gt;dominance&lt;/a&gt;, and ash-eating &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100627614"&gt;earthworms&lt;/a&gt;. He also &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;islist=false&amp;amp;id=6105541&amp;amp;m=6105662"&gt;worried&lt;/a&gt; about what other people would think of his ideas--so much that he waited decades to publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He was right to worry.&lt;/span&gt; Darwin's ideas are still debated and not just the man-from-monkey thing. One example is the so-called "mind-brain" &lt;a href="http://moebius.psy.ed.ac.uk/~dualism/papers/brains.html"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt;. Let's put the problem in bacon terms. When "I have a sudden craving for bacon" crossed my mind, where did the idea come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some people believe&lt;/span&gt; the mind is merely a side-effect of brain chemistry. So, the brain knows that fat is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fat#Importance_for_living_organisms"&gt;important&lt;/a&gt;. Its needed for vitamin digestion, insulation, body temperature, cell function, and disease resistance. "Since Bacon is fat, I better eat some," the brain says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Other people believe&lt;/span&gt; the mind is separate and distinct from the brain. So, while the brain knows that bacon is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacon#Health_concerns"&gt;unhealthy&lt;/a&gt;, the mind loves it. "Since everything is better with bacon, I better eat some," the mind says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So what does this have to do with Darwin? &lt;/span&gt;Jon Hamilton recently &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;islist=false&amp;amp;id=6105541&amp;amp;m=6105662"&gt;reported&lt;/a&gt; on the interesting debate over the mind-brain problem between creationists and scientists. According to Michael Egnor, a neurosurgeon who writes for the &lt;a href="http://www.evolutionnews.org/"&gt;Evolution News &amp;amp; Views&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"There is nothing about neurons that scientifically would lead you to infer consciousness from them. &lt;/span&gt;They're masses of gelatinous carbon and hydrogen and nitrogen and oxygen, just like other kinds of flesh. And why would flesh have first-person experience?...My personal view is that we have souls and that they're created by God..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Steven Novella, a neurologist who writes for the &lt;a href="http://www.theness.com/neurologicablog/"&gt;Neurologica&lt;/a&gt; blog, disagrees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"If you change the brain, you change the mind. &lt;/span&gt;If you damage the brain, you damage the mind. If you turn off the brain, you turn off the mind...[The brain] can do things that can plausibly cause consciousness and self-awareness..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Who's right?&lt;/span&gt; The argument for "intelligent design" can be boiled down to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world is magical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magic isn't an accident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergo, God exists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergo, Darwin was wrong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I agree that the world is awesome.&lt;/span&gt; Personally, I can't imagine there not being a God. But why does that make Darwin wrong?&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What if God got the ball rolling and natural selection is a part of his plan? Why can't the brain, as a creation of God, love, learn, and dream of bacon? God, life, the universe, and &lt;a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/creations/infocomjava.html"&gt;everything&lt;/a&gt; are perfectly natural--there's nothing "supernatural" about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What about scientists? &lt;/span&gt;Their argument can be boiled down too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've never seen God. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergo, God doesn't exist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ergo, Darwin was right. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've never seen God, &lt;/span&gt;but I've never seen an atom either. Can't they both exist? Science is only really concerned about what we can observe. It doesn't care about what it can't observe. Science can't observe art or love or truth. It can't ask whether there is a God or a soul. It doesn't even know the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a funny bit in the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/"&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/a&gt; where a group of aliens build a computer to discover the answer to life, the universe, and everything. After 7 million years, the computer says the answer is "42," but its forgotten the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcncPpQ8loA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcncPpQ8loA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plumvillage.org/"&gt;Nhat Hanh&lt;/a&gt;, a monk who doesn't have a blog, suggests the question may not matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Buddha always told his disciples not to waste their time and energy in metaphysical speculation. Whenever he was asked a metaphysical question, he remained silent. Instead, he directed his disciples toward practical efforts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;His disciples kept bugging him&lt;/span&gt;, so the Buddha answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Whether the world is finite or infinite, limited or unlimited, the problem of your liberation remains the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They still weren't satisfied,&lt;/span&gt; so the Buddha finally answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Suppose a man is struck by a poisoned arrow and the doctor wishes to take out the arrow immediately. Suppose the man does not want the arrow removed until he knows who shot it, his age, his parents, and why he shot it. What would happen? If he were to wait until all these questions have been answered, the man might die first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In other words,&lt;/span&gt; what if humans have no soul or God doesn't exist? What if everything does have a divine spark? It shouldn't change how we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Life is so short," &lt;/span&gt;says Nhat Hanh, "It must not be spent in endless metaphysical speculation that does not bring us any closer to the truth." Big ideas are fun to debate, but we shouldn't get stressed about. As Monty Python says (increase your volume):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBArMmngVH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBArMmngVH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all just bacon and bananas in the end. 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