Geneticist Francisco Ayala, introduced with some soothing piano and string music, takes on the manner of a family physician, assuring his jittery audience of nonexperts that everything is just fine; there is no conflict between science and religion (and we can all go back to sleep now):
Jerry Coyne rightly rolls his eyes and retorts:
We all know what “proper” science is, but what on earth is “proper” religion?
I think that Nietzsche, referring to a NOMA-like (“non-overlapping magisteria”) dispute from a different century, has the better retort here (alluding, in the Anti-Christ, to Kant’s phenomenological and noumenal realms):
If we never get rid of Christianity, the Germans will be to blame.
And if we never get rid of Stephen Gould’s NOMA, at least one Spaniard will be to blame.
I’ve long thought that the lyrics of this rather sad Duran Duran song are Kantian in that the person suffers a profound division in his world, and it is so much richer a reflection on the human condition (I think) than Francisco Ayala’s rather banal solution to the apparent death of God (which is, when it comes to NOMA, what we’re really talking about):