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The book carefully and dispassionately addresses claims made by various religious sources that science supports their belief in a God of some sort. Some of these claims can be checked out on a factual basis, and this book does that in spades.
At other times, those same sources have also said that their God is beyond the scope of scientific investigation, so it's not quite clear what they really mean.
As confusing and uncertain as we may find humanity's sometimes fumbling journey of scientific discovery, many find it much more helpful and accomplished than the strange and wildly unreliable ways of faith.
As far as the impassioned, melodramatic criticisms of this book go, merely dismissing evidence or arguments we may find personally objectionable as "propaganda" is not a very reliable way to figure out the facts. As soon as the anti-science types come up with something better than science for learning about ourselves and our universe, then we can take them seriously. But to date, they don't got jack, and they don't even step up to the plate - it's heckling from the bleachers. I prefer the approach taken by Stenger in this book.
To borrow Plato's Cave analogy, Stenger is the slayer of shadows on the Cave wall. One by one, he demonstrates how each flickering supernatural shadow is but an illusion born of hopes, fears, a desire to control others, and to calm ourselves in the face of a capricious Nature.
There is, of course, a problem with leading people out of the Cave, as philosophers from Plato to Strauss have noted. What happens when we emerge from the warm, dark, cozy womb of illusion into the vast, glittering, majestic world of the real Cosmos? Gone is the anchoring (if stiffling) notion of being umbilically connected to an omnipotent creator and the constant focus of his angry-but-loving attention. Instead we find ourselves to be sovereign entities in a stunningly beautiful and overwhelmingly vast material universe, risen from bacteria, not fallen from grace; free to negotiate our destiny as individuals and as a species, but very much alone. The philosophers feared mass nihilism and despair if the common folk ever discovered the supernatural world is a noble lie.
Stenger does not give many tips on how to survive being born from the Cave into the Cosmos. As a physcist, perhaps curiosity provides all the ambroisa he needs to nourish his spirit. For the non-scientists among us, especially the poetically inclined, the story doesn't end with our birth from the Cave. Rather we are just beginning the preface of a new story, a story so exhilerating and awe-inspiring that our descendents will look back on the shallow myths of our generation and be amazed that any of us found substenance in the shabby worn-out stories from antiquity.
Birth is a bloody and traumatic experience. Many will react to Stenger's book as a newborn reacts to being thrust from his own comfy little cave - with a wailing "Waaaaaa-haaaaa!" -- not to mention clenched fists and kicking feet.
But it gets better for the newborn. The dark, warm, watery cave is quickly forgotten as he becomes absorbed in a brilliant unfolding new world of perceptions and sensations. It will get better for us, too, when the poets pick up where Stenger left off, and begin weaving from science, new stories of humanity's life in the Cosmos, and new, more effective ways to negotiate our existence.



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