Some people are so sensitive by endowment that they are the canaries in the coal mine for the rest of us. My friend Holly (not her real name) is one of those. I never knew how bad Darwinism was till I heard Holly’s story, and then the issue climbed up the list from about 10th to about first in my hierarchy of pernicious developments in modern civilization.
After Holly was first introduced to Darwinism in high school (she is now 53), she gradually went into a funk that led to suicidal thoughts. I never knew an academic subject could do that to a person, but like I said, Holly is a “canary,” and her soul was tender enough to sense the philosophical implications of believing that we come from nothing and are coming to nothing.
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