Philosophical Arguments against Evolution and a Story About a Flightless Butterfly

8/29/2024

One semester left and I’ll finally be free. I have a few problems I might complain about, but such things are rather easy to fix—like my hips—and because of that I can only say that I only keep these issues of spite. I could visit a doctor, but I won’t because I don’t trust men who could get paid more for working on some celebrity’s nose or boob over curing my minor ills. Of course, this is nothing more than a terrible excuse. These little pains aren’t worth a complaint.

But back to the semester, what’s on my mind right now is where I’ll be going next. If I can relate to God, I’m not entirely sure if a Christian should be happy in this kind of world which day by day seems more to me like a sinner’s paradise. My degree’s in Marketing, and the more the I study the lives of corporations the more I find the most optimal strategy to raise a business is to do the criminal activities which your competition aren’t willing to do. Practically, in this age of MAMMA a business ought to bribe the owners of the algorithm to favor their mission.

I won’t elaborate on this though, since this topic’s too dodgy for my mood right now. Furthermore, it won’t be useful to speak about. Rather, whatever I end up doing I pray to what’s useful.

Yesterday, I stayed up late right into this day. For some reason, I had it in mind to look up arguments against evolution; not of the physical kind mind you, but of the metaphysical type as it would relate to God.

In my mind, I had it that what I’ve learned through documentaries and biology textbooks regarding this would have required the same amount of faith as belief in God. I’ve never seen anything evolve from one species to another for one, and I’ve never seen a fossil on site. Never mind that I have seen verified miracles out of the Catholic Church, I have never seen any fish attain the necessary adaptations to walk on land. Excuse me, all I say is that as a Catholic I have seen bread bleed, but as one who this world wishes to believe in an evolution removed from God I have never seen a true eye to eye evidence of a kind of bird evolving into a completely different bird.

Forgive me, I am off topic. When I sleep, I sometimes have to pray to put away whatever’s trying to choke me when I dream. While praying, the pain gets more intense, but I keep going as I’ve heard it said that one should never interrupt an enemy while their making a mistake. Ergo, if I’m being interrupted then it’d mean I’m doing something right and in this case every time I finish praying the thing goes away. Yeah, I’m out of sorts.

Back to evolution though, souls or not, due to my inclination to follow a thesis to its conclusion, I sometimes wish men were penned like animals for allowing themselves to believe in such diabolical nonsense. From the perspective of modernists in the Church, they’d have you believe evolution was a process put into place under God’s guidance; this they call theistic evolution, but I confess, if one concedes to this view the Catholics may well just throw a nuke under the Vatican because the philosophical ideas affirmed by evolution guided by God would render our entire religion [Christianity] meaningless.

To say evolution was real, but as a method used by God would mean the following: that one begotten God, Jesus, who saved us from death used death from the beginning to create man to be immortal to then through original sin introduce death again to then be saved from death through the crucifixion—there’s a better way to explain. The story according to God plus evolution proponents is as follows:

God using millions of years of death through evolution creates man
God after seeing the first man and first woman born from animal parents, decides to give souls to the first Adam and first Eve
1. These souls make them immortal; saved from death
2. These souls give them dominion over all the animals
3. Adam and Eve have dominion over their own parents
  1. God planned to violate His own Commandments from the beginning

It’s here that I have to make a slight break. I won’t continue the history of our world according to theistic evolution, and I don’t care what credentials we as Catholics might have on this topic. As a lay man I can only ask why would God have to save us from a process He instituted from the beginning?

If from the beginning, things were meant to die, why even bother with original sin? Why make man immortal to then make them animal again? Better yet, why even entertain this Epicurean Paradox? The Church means to tell us that God is all good and wishes to save us from death, but also wishes to tell us that God is so good that He will save us from a process He has used for millions—no—billions of years to make good. If evolution’s the primary means of evolving a species into a higher form than say a the beast, swine, or ape from whom we apparently share a common ancestor to, then why would God send His Son to die so man may be saved from death? Furthermore, does this make the devil the hero of the story then? Apparently, if he’s the murderer since the beginning, I guess God gave him the splendid role of killing multiple generations of Adam’s grandfathers to therefore evolve the species to a point where God could call them man.

I rest my case. If the Church wishes to condone this, then God help us, I’m still staying on the Ark. It’s just, I won’t exactly be surprised if people start leaving the pews to become atheist—as they are now actually. I mean, you can’t defend the dignity of life if you means to tell us that we were animals all along or if death as according to evolution is a positive force.

I wish I could write something more cheerful. I’m a bit too tired to do that though. This draft I have. Guess I could work on it. I’m just wondering if I should change the verse out for prose like this. Honestly, if I wanted to write a marketable book, I’d get a PHD in History or something to write nonfiction or if it were just me sitting with my credentials now, I’d probably copy and paste some illicit books while changing the plot a bit. Or maybe I’m just lazy.

Either way, starting a little game. A story, I will tell.

Once upon a time there was a butterfly who could not fly. As a hungry caterpillar he ate many leaves, but when it came time for him to hatch he found his wings could not detach. Fully grown, he had to watch as the rest of his kind did what he could not. He saw them fly high into the sky while he was left behind to crawl the dirt and grass. Then one day, while he sat under the shade, the little hand of an angel with long hair the color of falling leaves he used to eat picked him up and threw him in a box. This box was the kind the butterfly could see through with his eyes. It was also the kind of box that made him feel like he could fly. Not as high as others of his kind, but fly nonetheless though flight had six legs on a transparent floor some six-hundred ants above the dirt. By this way, with the angel he flew from the shade, from the tree, past the stones, to the road before finally reaching the palace of his host. The two entered a brick house of three floors, where the angel greeted another taller angel dressed in black before finally being set inside a room full of strange artifacts the butterfly had never seen before. Such was the end of flight, and though in the box he would take flight again, carried by the angel to many a strange place, the butterfly died after a long life of three weeks, very pleased he could snack the rest of his life on freely given sweets gifted by the angel who cried over the death of a useless butterfly who could not fly. The end.

Okay, story done. Not too much effort given, but one has to write to keep the mind fresh. In other news, I’ll have to focus more on getting my degree. Maybe I should write a review on university.