George Packard read the Bumbastories blog about creation. The Bumbastories fellow was clearly a grouch. Even as he rejoiced in the great, glorious dynamic of creation, even as he made up silly songs about how everything was a work of creation, even as he wedded the original creation of the universe, the Big Bang, to the on-going generative and re-generative processes of life and art, Bumba, the iconoclast that he was, seemed to go out of his way to burst everybody’s bubble, to rain on their parade. Bumba had a bit of a mean streak that way. Lots and lots of people simply preferred to hold on to a specific set of very limited concepts of God, to limit their attempts to understand the universe and just say: “Well, somebody had to create it. I believe with all my heart and soul that it was an old guy with a beard who lives in heaven”.
Such a childish explanation was unsatisfactory for George. But it was apparently OK for a lot of people. Bumba should be more considerate of them.
George Packard, as a confirmed agnostic and skeptic, had always had trouble with “Creationists”. As a science teacher, he had often been put on the defensive by those who questioned not only the accuracy and authenticity of archeological findings, but even denied that these fossils and artifacts existed. Things like dinosaur bones. Many of these people were teachers and educators themselves. The process of confirmation and replication of results, which was so basic to science, was unknown to many – despite their “education” in high schools and colleges across the nation. Such people, when confronted by facts, liked to put their heads in the sands, defer to a bearded Creator in the skies, and even, as a last resort, to go on the offensive with an assortment of conspiracy theories. They simply did not want to know any more. They wanted their worlds kept simple. Bumba should just leave them alone.