115 years of debate about evidence for God

October 21, 2010 • 5:34 am

In correspondence with a Maarten Boudry, a Belgian philosopher of science, I’ve learned that my contretemps with P.Z. about the nature of empirical evidence for God is actually more than a century old. (As you may recall, I listed some evidence that would convince me of the existence of a god, while P.Z. argued that no evidence, however bizarre, could support the existence of a divine being.)

In my strident and militant New Republic article “Seeing and believing”, I wrote the following:

Many religious beliefs can be scientifically tested, at least in principle. Faith-based healing is particularly suited to these tests. Yet time after time it has failed them. After seeing the objects cast off by visitors to Lourdes, Anatole France is said to have remarked, “All those canes, braces and crutches, and not a single glass eye, wooden leg, or toupee!” If God can cure cancer, why is He impotent before missing eyes and limbs?

I’m now informed that this sentiment was actually expressed not by Anatole France, but by one of his friends.  Moreover, France—playing the role of either P.Z. or Massimo Pigliucci—impugned the probative value of those wooden legs at Lourdes.  Boudry sent me the quotation given below (my translation follows), taken from France’s Le Jardin d’Epicure (1895).  I’m putting the whole thing down for the sake those who want the correct reference.

Étant à Lourdes, au mois d’août, je visitai la grotte où d’innombrables béquilles étaient suspendues, en signe de guérison. Mon compagnon me montra du doigt ces trophées d’infirmerie et murmura à mon oreille :

— Une seule jambe de bois en dirait bien davantage.

C’est une parole de bon sens ; mais philosophiquement la jambe de bois n’aurait pas plus de valeur qu’une béquille. Si un observateur d’un esprit vraiment scientifique était appel constater que la jambe coupée d’un homme s’est reconstituée subitement dans une piscine ou ailleurs, il ne dirait point : « Voilà un miracle ! » Il dirait : « Une observation jusqu’à présent unique tend à faire croire qu’en des circonstances encore indéterminées les tissus d’une jambe humaine ont la propriété de se reconstituer comme les pinces des homards, les pattes des écrevisses et la queue des lézards, mais beaucoup plus rapidement.

My translation (excuse the poor French):

When I was at Lourdes in August, I visited the grotto where innumerable crutches had been put on display as a sign of miraculous healing. My companion pointed out these trophies of illness and whispered in my ear:

“One single wooden leg would have been much more convincing.”

That seems sensible, but, philosophically speaking, the wooden leg has no more value than a crutch. If an observer with true scientific spirit witnessed the regrowing of a man’s severed leg after immersion in a sacred pool or the like, he would not say “Oy vey, it’s a miracle! ” Rather, he would say, “A single observation like this would lead us to believe only that circumstances we don’t fully understand could regrow the leg tissues of a human—just like they regrow the claws of lobsters or the tails of lizards, but much faster.”

Here we see two types of methodological naturalism: a brand that dismisses the possibility of supernatural explanation a priori, and another brand that’s open to it.  This is the basis of my debate with P.Z.  Boudry is publishing on this distinction, and we’ll have more on that soon.

Footwear for the well-dressed scientist: day 4 (plus contest)

October 21, 2010 • 5:21 am

UPDATE: We have a winner, and more quickly than I thought.  The boots are camel, a leather that’s very rare since the animals are not raised for their hide.  Vail can claim his/her prize by emailing me.

Not all of papa’s boots are delicate and showy, my little cupcakes: sometimes a hot scientist needs tough footwear to, say, clean out the Augean stables of science or kick the butts of accommodationists.  Here’s a lovely pair that was custom made for me in Texas.  Note the box toes, one of my favorite styles.  Making that kind of toe requires enormous effort: a square-ish leather “box” must be carved by hand and fitted to the vamp.

The scalloped shafts are decorated with a “butterfly” pattern.  This stitching is done with a hand-guided sewing machine, and requires great skill to line up the rows.

Note that the shafts and vamps are made from the same kind of leather.  What is it?  (Click photos to enlarge.)  You get one guess, and if you win there’s an autographed copy of WEIT coming your way.  You have 24 hours: contest closes 6:15 a.m. CST Friday and the first correct guess takes the prize.  Watch this space for updates.

This just in: Glenn Beck a moron

October 20, 2010 • 5:06 pm

Along with Christine O’Donnell, he doesn’t accept evolution because he doesn’t see monkeys evolving into humans. TPM reports:

On his radio show today, Beck wondered how many people in the country believe in evolution, and said he doesn’t: “I don’t think we came from monkeys. I think that’s ridiculous. I haven’t seen a half-monkey, half-person yet.”

“If I get to the other side and God’s like, ‘You know what, yep, you were a monkey once,’ I’ll be shocked, but I’ll be cool with it,” he said.

“They have to make you care,” Beck continued. “They have to force it down your throat. When anybody has to force it — it’s a problem. You didn’t have to force that the world was round. Truth is truth.”

I have news for Beck: not only did we evolve from apelike ancestors, but there isn’t any “other side.”

Religion doesn’t make people nice

October 20, 2010 • 1:57 pm

This is one of many similar letters I’ve gotten about my USA Today editorial.  I love the “Jerry” salutation (I don’t know the guy) and the way the letter degenerates into vituperation.  Whoever said that atheists are more dickish, strident, and nasty than religious people?  (To be fair, I’ve gotten some nice emails from religious people, too.)

I have never written a letter to a believer (except in response to a nasty screed like this) that has such a hostile tone.  And believe me, I’ve gotten these by the dozen. Note that this guy is not only not an evangelical Christian—he’s a Catholic—but also accepts evolution and was a high school teacher!  Perhaps he has some doubts about his faith?

Jerry,

Read your article “Science and religion aren’t friends.”  Some thought-provoking points.  One statement puzzled me.  “We now know that the universe did not require a creator.”  Since we “know” this, there is some proof.  Correct?  And would you concede that if it did not need a creator, it still could have had one.

I am a Catholic, so most of what I believe about religion is based on faith.  And I don’t profess to be able to explain much of what I believe.  (By the way, I do believe in evolution.)

But much of the arrogance of folks like you turns off those who do not buy into everything you teach.  (My guess is that many of your students are fearful of disputing what you say in class.  You would claim otherwise, but believe me, they are.)

I was a high school English teacher, but science has always interested me, even though much of it baffles me.  Whenever I read a Hawking book, I would run to the physics teacher for interpretation.

By the way, Hawking believes in a creator.  So did Einstein.  And Einstein’s good enough for me.  I’ve never heard anyone say, “He’s a regular Coyne.”

Cordially,

Name Redacted [though I almost didn’t]

Footwear for the well-dressed scientist: day 3

October 20, 2010 • 10:42 am

Alligator is one of the most expensive hides for use in boots, my darling little pullets, and is usually restricted to the vamps, or the “foot part” of a cowboy boot. But if you’re doing really smoking science, what you want are full gator boots, with both vamps and shafts made from the hide.  These are hideously expensive: a new pair from a good maker can run several thousand dollars—well beyond the means of even the hottest scientist.  Nevertheless, papa has this gorgeous footwear: full belly-gator boots, custom-made by Rios of Mercedes for Billy Martin’s in New York:

How could he afford these? Easy—they were made for a guy named “Leo” who had his name inlaid on the shafts in gold leather:

The savvy footwear buyer knows that personalized boots sell on eBay for only a fraction of what they’d normally cost, even if the name doesn’t show when you’re wearing them.  Leo, whoever he is, never wore these; his loss is my gain.

Egg-eating snakes

October 20, 2010 • 6:15 am

On my trip to Kentucky I had the pleasure of meeting James Krupa, a biologist and natural historian with wide research interests.  One of his specialties is a bizarre group of reptiles:  egg-eating snakes.  Actually, there are two groups: five species of African egg-eaters in the genus Dasypeltis, and the single species of Indian egg-eater, Elachistodon westermanni. These snakes not only can eat eggs, which they swallow whole, but that is all they eat.

Krupa kindly showed me these snakes as well as their skeletons and remnants of the eggs they’d nommed.  As you might expect, they have numerous adaptations for dealing with this difficult food.  First of all, they’re toothless, since teeth would impede the swallowing of eggs.  Here’s a skeleton of one; note that where the teeth usually are, there’s nothing.

Because they’ve evolved toothlessness, they have a problem: how do they defend themselves?  Krupa suggested that selection has acted to make them mimics of other, poisonous snakes.  This is Dasypeltis atra, the montane egg-eating snake, which resembles a mamba. Isn’t it lovely?

They’ve also evolved a threat display that involves squirming around when cornered and rubbing their scales together.  This produces a hissing sound. Here’s a video of a baby Dasypeltis atra showing that behavior:

The eating of an egg by one of these snakes is truly a wonder of nature.  They swallow the thing whole, and it’s often several times larger than their diameter (see video below).  When the egg is some way down the throat, they contract their muscles and move from side to side.  This presses the eggshell against special protrusions on the snake’s vertebrae, which pierce the egg.   This photo of a skeleton shows the egg-piercing protrusions (circled)  that have evolved on some of the vertebrae:

Their tracheas are specially flattened so that they’re not occluded when swallowing an egg. This allows the snake to breathe during the time-consuming process of swallowing.

After they pierce the egg and squeeze out every drop of the contents, they regurgitate the shell.  Here’s Krupa holding the remnants of a large egg that’s been nommed.  Note the neat piercings down the center, where it’s come against the vertebrae:

And a video of the whole remarkable process, which I didn’t see.  I believe this is the Southern brown egg eater, Dasypeltis inornata:

It’s easy to envision the evolution of this ability.  Some snakes, like the rat snake, already eat smaller eggs as part of their diet.  If you lose your teeth, and evolve some protrusions on your spine, you suddenly gain access to a rich source of nutrition unavailable to other snakes.

Terry Eagleton pwned again

October 20, 2010 • 5:01 am

Some of the writings of “sophisticated” theologians are so convoluted, so lacking in substance, so, well . . . dumb, that they could easily be mistaken for a Sokal-style hoax.  Karen Armstrong and Terry Eagleton belong to this “are-you-kidding-me” club.  Eagleton, for example, has excoriated Gnu Atheists who presume to attack ideas of a benevolent and paternal sky-God, but then Eagleton presumes to know that God not only has emotions like humans, but that they are dominated by love.

Some Sokalian prankster could do us all a favor by writing some Eagleton-style piffle and placing it in a newspaper or magazine.  That would demonstrate the vacuity of modern theology in precisely the same way that Sokal showed up postmodern science studies.  (Deliberate satire is also good; see for instance Miranda Hale’s hilarious “Rabbit is the Question.“)

In this month’s issue of the Australian Book Review, critic James Ley goes after Eagleton’s latest book, On Evil. The money quote:

Of course, if we accept what Eagleton calls the ‘orthodox’ theological view—namely, that God is an inhuman, inexplicable, intangible, unlocatable, unthinkable, pointless, non-creating, uncommunicative nonentity—then God’s relevance to human affairs would appear to be limited. Certainly, anyone who claims to speak on God’s behalf can be safely told to rack off. By definition, such a deity has no implications for questions of morality, value or meaning. It can have no objection to gay marriage, contraception or female priests; nor could it father a son or require any form of religious observance. Even attributing indifference to such an ineffable non-being would seem to be laying on the anthropomorphism a bit thick.

Flushed with victory: Aussie firemen save trapped kitten

October 19, 2010 • 6:02 pm

Okay, we’re not the Daily Mail, but in this dire election season we need a sensational and heartwarming story. Here it is: after five hours of arduous effort, eight firemen in New South Wales rescued a newborn kitten accidentally flushed down the toilet by a toddler.  The site has a swell three-minute video showing the whole rescue.  Advance Australia fair!