I have been long sensible that while i was endeavoring to render our country the greatest of all services, that of regenerating the public education, and placing our rising generation on the level of our sister states (which they have proudly held heretofore), i was discharging the odious function of a physician pouring medicine down the throat of a patient insensible of needing it.
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
Some medical beast had revived tar-water in those days as a fine medicine, and mrs. joe always kept a supply of it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues correspondent to its nastiness. at the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that i was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.
Some of the most wonderful aspects and consequences of evolution have been discovered only recently. This is in stark contrast to creationism, which offers a static view of the world, one that cannot be challenged or tested with reason. And because it cannot make predictions, it cannot lead to new discoveries, new medicines, or new ways to feed all of us.