Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
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| — | Percy Bysshe Shelley, “A defence of poetry”. (via allesgutekommtvonunten) |
A New Gallup Poll On Americans’ Belief in Evolution Is Out Today …
… and it’s full of rather sad figures. A full 46% of those surveyed believe that God created humans in their present form within the past 10,000 years. The number has essentially remained unchanged for the past 30 years (44% in 1982).
You can check the Gallup report for the detailed results, but a few things jumped out at me:
- Among people who never attend church, a full 25% still subscribe to creationist views.
- There’s only a 17% difference (58% vs. 41%) between Republicans and Democrats
- Almost four out of five Americans believe God had a hand in creating humans in some way
Now, I’m not bothered by the existence or acceptance of religion, when used for good. Nor do I believe that accepting evolution means that you must deny all other religious beliefs. Sure, the more one learns about science and the universe the more one will experience the pangs of cognitive dissonance and questioned faith. But those feelings and questions are part of the human journey. They carve the unique facets of your identity that make you truly you.
What bothers me is that evolution is at the core of so much of science, and to dismiss its truth is akin to a mathematician dismissing that 1 is half of 2 or a chemist refusing to acknowledge the existence of electrons. You simply can not fully immerse your brain in the workings of our living world without evolution. Medicine, biology, nature … any of it.
And in thirty years of bloody knuckled work to bring science into people’s lives, it feels like we still haven’t gotten anywhere.
(via Gallup)
Vibrators, douches, and pelvic massages: A brief history of dudes attempting to cure ladies of “hysteria.”
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
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| — | margaret atwood (via theartofhiding) |
The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.
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Oscar Wilde
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Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
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| — | Ralph Waldo Emerson (via imfantasyparade) |
She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.
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| — | Haruki Murakami (via pavorst) |
