Creatonism, it doesn’t matter what you call it really. The implication that a divine entity had a hand in our evolution is hogwash. That is a very easy statement to for me to make. An easier one to accept given my reality.
Since I can remember, I have woken up every morning with my eyes sealed shut, my throat and body dehydrated and scorned, my ability to breathe barely existent. Every morning a gut check and close personal experience of the deficiencies my genes carry. My body’s inability to cope with contagions and microscopic life forms in my environment. It’s imperfect design. A cruel rerun that plays out every morning.
Lately, things have improved. Through the science of modern medicine I’ve been reduced to sneezes. No more scratchy throat, no more prying my eyes open, no more oxygen deprivation when I run. The hard work, long lab hours, and progressiveness of our understanding of biological forces have allowed me to live a more enjoyable life. Saved me from the long nights of contemplating life. No human deserves to be mercilessly tortured every night of his or her life.
It is not benevolent. It is mean. It is sadistic. It is cruel.
I am as lazy as the next person. But, I refuse to accept a lazy solution to a vastly complex problem that we haven’t even finished studying. And I don’t accept a solution in which someone I’m supposed to love is inflicting such pain. And I will never accept or wish it upon anyone else.