Play the videotape of evolutionary history back again and Ken Miller imagines you get a charming brainy creature for God to play with — something lovable and admirable.
Good grief, if we face total calamity by the end of the century, why in the world wouldn’t you debate the science?
My argument here is not with Kenneth Miller’s science but with his imagination.
I’m reading Brown’s new Robert Langdon novel, Origin. There’s a decent chance you are too.