[b]Charles Darwin
Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval forests undefaced by the hand of man; whether those of Brazil, where the powers of Life are predominant, or those of Tierra del Fuego, where Death and decay prevail. Both are temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature: – no one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body.[/b]
That was back then of course. But point taken.
But then arises the doubt, can the mind of man, which has, as I fully believe been developed from a mind as low as that possessed by the lowest animal, be trusted when it draws such grand conclusions?
And around and around and around we go.
I have always maintained that, excepting fools, men did not differ much in intellect, only in zeal and hard work; and I still think there is an eminently important difference.
Excepting fools. And not just the objectivists.
Man in his arrogance thinks himself a great work, worthy of the interposition of a deity. More humble, and I believe truer, to consider him created from animals.
For some, going all the way back to God.
Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.
What we need now is someone here to explain that.
What wretched doings come from the ardor of fame; the love of truth alone would never make one man attack another bitterly.
And then there’s the part about the money. Nowadays in particular.