There is a lot about creationism that baffles me. I’ve never understood how anyone could simply dismiss the mountain (range) of evidence that supports evolution. I’ve never understood how one could swallow the internal contradictions and provable falsehoods of the bible as a blueprint for creation, or the laughably absurd logic of the arguments in favor of a universe created as a lark by a lonely deity who needed a few million new BFFs. I’ve really never understood how someone could assume the existence of an intelligent creator, and then not spend every single waking second giving that creator a hard time for all the horrible shit that happens on a daily basis.
The one thing, though, that I always thought I understood was the emotional underpinning of creationist belief. Intuitively, I can see why it’s comforting to believe that humanity, as a species, has a divinely ordained place as the cheesy Christmas star on top of the tree of life. That the whole big, beautiful world was custom designed for our comfort, so that god’s millions of new buddies would have some place to park their boats.
I always thought that I got the appeal of that notion, but lately I’m starting to find it a lot less… well, appealing. The universe is, at every scale, an amazing, wondrous, fascinating, awe-inspiring place. It took many billions of years to take the form we observe today, and it all happened without any agency. All of that amazing stuff happened as a result of chance and blind luck. It wasn’t inevitable. It didn’t have to happen. That, to me, is far more special than the idea that it was all pre-determined, created as is by the the snap of divine fingers.
As we learn more about everything from cosmology to biology, I find the “god done it” hypothesis less and less satisfying. Okay, so we weren’t magicked into existence to rule over our own private playplanet. So what? We’ve gotten to the point where we can observe the largest structures in the universe, and hack the code that controls all terrestrial life, and we did it with the tools we had, not at the behest of a deity. We can be proud of our accomplishments, and humbled by our mistakes, without having to shift the praise (or blame) to an invisible causal agent.
Take the recent story about induced out-of-body experiences. Scientists were able, without any drugs or physical manipulation of the brain, to convince subjects that they had swapped bodies with a mannequin. And they were surprised how easy it was.
Why is this so cool? Because it shows that the sense of “self,” the perception that your body is an individual entity, is an illusion created by the brain. Somewhere along the way, the brain developed a system to convince itself that it was inside of the body it was inhabiting. It’s a way for an organ that can’t directly sense its location to “know” that it’s perched atop the spinal column. And it’s really easy to fool.
This means one of two things. Either this essential regulatory system developed in response to environmental pressures, or it was plugged in by a creator who was simultaneously a) powerful and insightful enough to build such an intricate system, and b) too lazy or incompetent to design a system robust enough that it couldn’t be fooled by a couple of video cameras. I just can’t fathom what is more satisfying about the second scenario.
And it’s the same all over the body. It’s sophisticated enough to wring molecular nutrients out of food, but it’s clumsy enough that it takes in air and solids through a single structure. Anyone who’s ever choked on a chunk of hot dog or laughed until milk shot out of his nose is evidence against a competent designer.
I suppose I’m biased by my (total layman’s) interest in science, but I can no longer understand how it’s more satisfying to believe that humanity was specially created. We’re discovering so much amazing stuff about ourselves and the vast universe around us. I’d rather know that it happened on its own, and we’re lucky enough to be able to observe and understand even a small part of it.
Next time, we’ll talk about why this dilemma matters at all. In the meantime, does anyone have a better reason, something that I’m missing, that explains why creationist belief is more comforting? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.




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