Thursday, December 17, 2009

For Readers of The Screwtape Letters

We are currently reading Screwtape in the CSL group here in Iraq. I wrote this a few days ago. It's how I think Screwtape would look at Creation Science. If you haven't read The Screwtape Letters, this won't make much sense--and if you had to choose, it would be better to read a really Screwtape Letter than my imitation.

My Dear Wormwood,

Very true, I did tell you in my very first letter to keep your patient
away from science, but I meant real science based on math in which
theories are the best description of observed reality. Of course you
should let your patient immerse himself in Creation Science. That
ridiculous pairing of words is one of the many recent triumphs of our
Infernal Marketing Division.

Real science is wretched for us. The Enemy has made the material universe so complex that the deeper the humans penetrate reality the more surprised they are at what they find. And He made it so vast that in time and space that no one can fully comprehend it. We know he did this for the sophomoric reason that he wants the human vermin to be free to choose to Love Him, or not. The universe is so complex from the micro scale to the galactic, that no amount of mere facts can convince anyone of the Enemy's existence. All this disgusting beauty is more of what He calls Love.

But Creation Science does away with all that. It says Einstein was wrong, Darwin was wrong, Mendel was wrong, Watson and Crick were wrong, and an Australian biology teacher who built a museum with saddles on dinosaurs is RIGHT! All the messy reality of life, the universe, and everything is tied up with a bow in Creation Science. All of modern science that does not conform to their particular literal view is wrong.

Wormwood it is wonderful. I could show you cages full of proud fools who watched a four-hour Deep Science video series and from that day were able to look down on the millions of people who have held science PhD degrees in the last hundred years. Pride, Wormwood. It is the best path to Our Father's House and who could be more sneeringly proud than a man who cannot solve the equation that describes a falling rock yet believes he knows physics at a deeper level than Einstein. If we spirits had lips I would kiss the man who dreamed this heresy up.

Your Affectionate Uncle,