A Bit of Orange

Somewhere on the horizon, like a beacon of hope in a storm of copies in triplicate filed with accounts receivable and marketing and meetings about the GNP sway toward diversified demographics whose profiles are identical to previous markets save the range of diverse terminology mandated for categories of markets calculations (After this long, long Thursday, even I didn’t know what most of that meant. It was like drinking from a fire hose) was a huge pile of Nachos. But on that horizon- known by locals as Danny’s, and labeled by the signage above as Danny’s Bar, Grill, and House of Rabblerousing- sat an island of Nachos, gleaming like the setting sun only with far more jalapeños, which was our weekly escape from the storm. A port, surrounded by inlets of root beer.

When I arrived at Danny’s, I didn’t really think that the conversation about evolution would continue this night. I’d already come up with a wonderfully clear and tremendously helpful definition for Darwinian Evolution (The world’s first). We had hashed out the details, debating why the definition said what it did, and then we examined a host of mechanisms of Darwinian Evolution to see that, when Evolution was understood more clearly than “Changes happening” it was obvious that it did not happen. Changes happen all of the time, but not one of them will grow that Darwinian Tree of Life, and thus there is no reason to think Evolution even COULD happen, let lone that it had been going on for billions of years, doing the work of a genetics bioengineer.

However, when I sat down and began to give attention to my root beer, the specter of Darwin arose to haunt our Thursday night once again. Continue reading →