When I Was Young, The Old Regarded

I Am Genuinely Sorry For Scientists Of The Younger Generation Who Never Knew Fisher Personally. So Long As You Avoided A Handful Of Subjects Like Inverse Probability That Would Turn Fisher In The Briefest Possible Moment From Extreme Urbanity Into A Boiling Cauldron Of Wrath, You Got By With Little Worse Than A Thick Head From The Port Which He, Like The Cambridge Mathematician J. E. Littlewood, Loved To Drink In The Evening. And On The Credit Side You Gained A Cherished Memory Of English Spoken In A Shakespearean Style And Delivered In The Manner Of A Spanish Grandee.

Imagine 1050 Blind Persons Each With A Scrambled Rubik's Cube, And Try To Conceive Of The Chance Of Them All Simultaneously Arriving At The Solved Form. You Then Have A Chance Of Arriving By Random Shuffling, Of Just One Of The Many Biopolymers On Which Life Depends. The Notion That Not Only The Biopolymers But The Operating Program Of A Living Cell Could Be Arrived At By Chance In A Primordial Organic Soup Here On The Earth Is Evidently Nonsense Of A High Order.

It Is Ironic That The Scientific Facts Throw Darwin Out, But Leave William Paley, A Figure Of Fun To The Scientific World For More Than A Century, Still In The Tournament With A Chance Of Being The Ultimate Winner... Indeed, Such A Theory Is So Obvious That One Wonders Why It Is Not Widely Accepted As Being Self-evident. The Reasons Are Psychological Rather Than Scientific.

The Notion That Not Only The Biopolymer But The Operating Program Of A Living Cell Could Be Arrived At By Chance In A Primordial Organic Soup Here On The Earth Is Evidently Nonsense Of A High Order.

The Universe Is A Put-up Job.