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Science Affects The Average Man And Woman In Two Ways Already. He Or She Benefits By Its Application Driving A Motor-car Or Omnibus Instead Of A Horse-drawn Vehicle, Being Treated For Disease By A Doctor Or Surgeon Rather Than A Witch, And Being Killed With An Automatic Pistol Or Shell In Place Of A Dagger Or A Battle-axe.

A Fairly Bright Boy Is Far More Intelligent And Far Better Company Than The Average Adult.

You Can Drop A Mouse Down A Thousand-yard Mine Shaft And, On Arriving At The Bottom, It Gets A Slight Shock And Walks Away. A Rat Would Probably Be Killed, Though It Can Fall Safely From The Eleventh Story Of A Building, A Man Is Broken, A Horse Splashes.

Religion Is Still Parasitic In The Interstices Of Our Knowledge Which Have Not Yet Been Filled. Like Bed-bugs In The Cracks Of Walls And Furniture, Miracles Lurk In The Lacunae Of Science. The Scientist Plasters Up These Cracks In Our Knowledge; The More Militant Rationalist Swats The Bugs In The Open. Both Have Their Proper Sphere And They Should Realize That They Are Allies.

The Creator Would Appear As Endowed With A Passion For Stars, On The One Hand, And For Beetles On The Other, For The Simple Reason That There Are Nearly 300,000 Species Of Beetle Known, And Perhaps More, As Compared With Somewhat Less Than 9,000 Species Of Birds And A Little Over 10,000 Species Of Mammals.