From: kbschwan@******.com Sent: February 16, 2018 6:01 PM To: darwin@atheists.net Richard Dawkins wrote a book called 'The God Delusion.' I believe that it is he who is suffering under a 'No God Delusion'; that is the only explanation I have of why a man, as intellectually intelligent as he, could come up with his idiotic and absolutely nonsensical ideas of how life was created and developed. Anyone who knows anything about the human body and especially someone who knows as much about the human body as Dawkins, who knows that the functioning of this body depends on the interconnectedness and synchronicity of one hundred trillion cells, cells that this body manufactured itself, in exactly the right quantity, at exactly the right moment and in exactly the right location, every one hundred trillion of them; and that these cells contain, each, three billion pairs of nucleic acid molecules, many, many thousands of which, are 'coded' to send information, in the form of amino acid recipes for proteins, at exactly the right time, to exactly the right place, millions upon millions upon millions of times every day, to enable this body to grow and grow precisely proportionately so that all the blood vessels and muscles and bones and nerves grow proportionally together, which means that each of these millions upon millions upon millions of manufactured protein molecules are sent to precisely the right place in precisely the right amount; which folds the three billion nucleotide pairs in each of the one hundred trillion cells (enough nucleotides to, if the nucleotides of just one human body were arranged in a straight line, reach to the sun and back three times), as I say, which folds all of these nucleotides in two thousand precisely different ways so that the gene sequences that are used by any particular cell to send the amino acid recipes for each and every protein, and the nucleotides that must be fired to begin the separation of that sequence from it's coiled partner, and the nucleotides that are needed to aid in the transcription of the nucleotide sequence onto an mRNA molecule, and the nucleotide sequences that are part of the directional system that determines precisely where this message is sent, all wind up adjacent to each other on the outside of this coiled mass, so that the protein molecules and the nucleic acid molecules can locate and bond with these precise nucleotides to get the transcription process started; a body that responds at every moment to our every intention, even before we have a conscious thought of what we want to do, by firing thousands upon thousands, if not millions upon millions, of the precise one hundred billion neurons of the brain, which will initiate a process of successive neural firings, increased blood circulation, muscular contractions and releases, that allow us, at every moment, mind you, to do exactly what it is that we want to do (all of those processes, from the firing of the brain neurons to the muscular contractions are amazingly and wonderfully complex, but the translation of non-physical, unobservable and immeasurable intentions to the firing of the precise pattern of millions of neurons, that is a process that is not just unobservable, not just unfathomable complex; it is miraculous. Also miraculous is the way that we, at every waking moment, remember something, or think about something, or look at something, instantly the precise neurons of the one hundred billion neurons in our brains are located and the patterns of the shapes of those neurons, or the pattern of electricity flowing through those neurons, or the elctro-magnetic waves formed by those firing neurons, or the chemical deposits left by those firing neurons, are translated, into the memories and thoughts and the information we need to define exactly what it is that we are listening to or looking at or tasting or touching at every moment. This process of locating the precise neurons and translating them into the very stuff of our consciousness is also, beyond complex. It is also miraculous. Anyone, as I say, with a glimmer of intelligence and a glimmer of objectivity, should be able to look at such a creation and say without any doubt that this transcendent and coordinated complexity was created through a series of ideas that are so complex and intelligent, so brilliant and subtle, that it had to be created by an intelligence that is not just great, but transcendent and unfathomable. And yet Dawkins and his materialist ilk, walk through the world of humans and redwood trees and caterpillars and porpoises, of elephants and panthers and centipedes, and see no evidence of any intelligence at all! As I say, these people are suffering under the sway of a 'no god delusion.' And mind you, if any of these people were on what they thought was an uninhabited island, somewhere, say, in an isolated part of the oceans, and suddenly discovered on the beach a stone axe, they would then be convinced, that would give them proof beyond any reasonable doubt, that an intelligent being was there or had been there. Think about it. A stone axe, consisting of a piece of rock, a stick and some primitive attachment, three immobile parts, is proof positive of intelligence and a human body with it's quadrillions of simultaneous and synchronized processes provides for these people absolutely no proof of intelligence. How then did this miraculously complex life come about according to Dawkins and the neo-Darwinists? In his book, 'The Selfish Gene,' Dawkins writes that 'in the beginning there was simplicity.' One wonders to what degree of intellectual isolation these people live in? Is Dawkins acquainted, for instance, with a physicist? You would think he would know at least one and that he might have had, on occasion a chance to talk to this person or read what one of these people have ever written. If he had done either of these things he would realize that prior to there being any matter in this universe what so ever, there were, in place, a whole series of utterly precise and complex and perfectly synchronized laws which include all the laws that Newton and Einstein and Heisenberg and many other of the most intelligent human beings that have ever walked this planet spent their entire lives trying to unravel, and are still trying to unravel; a simple beginning? Regarding life forms, the first known forms of life appeared on this planet at the very time, according to the best meteorological and geological and astronomical research, that the temperature and atmospheric conditions on Earth made possible the survival of any life forms at all. What were these life forms? Single celled microbes. Admittedly, much simpler than some of today's more recent organisms (microbes, in the same form that they were four billion years ago are still the dominant species on this planet as they always have been, outnumbering much larger multi-celled organisms by billions or trillions to one, which fact does what to the theory that evolution is spurred by the accidental formation of more efficient survival mechanisms, when it began with the microbe which was and still is the most efficient survival mechanism of them all?) These 'simple' microbes, all, have a system of metabolism, digestion, excretion, circulation, a way of sensing their environment, DNA, with the same system of transcribing and translating nucleic acid messages into amino acid chains and the same way of connecting and folding those chains to form proteins that we do, and they also had and have a method of gene swapping, so that any member of a community of microbes that is in possession of genetic material that would help to ward off a new threat to the community, or help digest a new food source, can share that material by manufacturing an excess of it and then growing ducts or pilli to another microbe connecting to the exact spot where this precise genetic material will travel and give this donee microbe the same genetic advantage as the original donor microbe. This process, so far beyond in its precision and specificity what our best contemporary surgeons can accomplish today, is also part of the 'simplicity' at the beginning of life to which Dawkins refers at the very opening of his book.