Some would argue that the Earth (indeed the whole Universe) is so carefully fine-tuned for life that it makes the existence of a creator a foregone conclusion. It is an easy argument to buy into when a warm rain is falling and an untold number of small mouth bass are volunteering to jump into your canoe. But Douglas Adams points out, "This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in - an interesting hole I find myself in - fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather b...
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