If the reigning materialist paradigm had even a tolerably convincing weight of evidence behind it, I would be the first to accept it.
What are we to make of this radical discontinuity between the Earth and the rest of the cosmos?
Darwin’s reiteration here and elsewhere of the phrase “we may confidently believe” veils the tenuous truth-value of what he proposes.
The notion that the building blocks of life were easily gotten may have seemed intuitive to journalists and others acquainted with Mary Shelley’s novel.
The universe, according to Epicureanism, is without a creator, a purposeless and non-intelligent concourse of atoms without any cosmic source of direction.