One of the benefits of sending my novel off to my editor is that I have time on my hands, time that I’ve used for watching Nova and reading National Geographic among other less-noble programs (cough! Project Runway cough!). And once again it strikes me how utterly sad creationism and intelligent design are.
I think these people look up at the sky and don’t see the glory of God. Instead they are really afraid of the vastness of the universe. So they make the world — and their God — really really small so as not to scare themselves. Six thousand years?! That’s how old the world is? That’s it?! Where’s the sense of wonder in six thousand years? I read about or watch documentaries on astronomy, physics, evolution, and it gives me a shiver at how vast and ancient and strange and nonhuman life is, and I want to shake these creationists and say, “Don’t you get it! You’re making God small with your beliefs! You’re making His creation small and puny! Don’t do that!”
So, granted, I have a conflicted belief in God (I think it can be best summed up as, “I don’t believe in God and I argue with Him/Her about it all the time”), but I do know that I am mighty grateful for the mysteries and ancientness of the universe, and the greatest question of all: Are we alone?
I think the creationists hope we are. And I think their dearest goal is to shut down all scientific inquiry because they are afraid of what we’ll find out.
“Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”
— Arthur C. Clarke