Theory In Crisis: I
If Darwinian evolution is correct,
then there should exist a continuum of forms,
but what we see with a closer inspect:
that taxa-defining features are norm.
We see hair in mammals, and feathers in birds,
But of ancestral stepping stones, nary a word.
You would expect intermediate fossils,
But this doesn’t bother old Darwin’s apostles.
You see, Darwin posited random mutations;
This is well known, and without refutation.
Of course, he knew nothing about DNA,
But somehow his theory survives to this day.
He studied finches, examined their beaks,
Noticed some changes and took some great leaps.
From observations of the beaks of some birds,
He extrapolated far past the absurd.
None will deny populations adapt,
But he jumped to origins, and folks were enrapt.
The logic employed was exceedingly odd,
But it marketed well, for it rejected God.
See, Darwin knew nothing of what’s in a cell;
Today such a theory would be a hard sell.
But “settled science” has old origins too,
And as we all know, settled’s not always true.
What’s true in the large sometimes fails in the small,
And that is close to the root of it all.
But the ultimate stab in the heart with a knife:
There’s no explanation for the origin of life.
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I hope this is the first of a series of these…
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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