The beauty of the night sky can be as inspirational and uplifting as a total solar eclipse.
As I noted yesterday, Joseph Carter wrote a fatuous essay in which he denies purpose in the universe and does an amusing dance around the implications that follow.
The privileged position of our space platform allows for habitability, scientific discovery, and total solar eclipses.
“It rolled at you across the land at 1,800 miles an hour, hauling darkness like plague behind it.”
How many ways will naturalists find to evade the implications of cosmic fine tuning?