After that the road got bleaker, the sky got grayer. I was closing my eyes in a narcoleptic funk as I drove, but Gina and Candy got their second wind. “Not atheist, agnostic!” “What’s the difference?” asked Candy. “Oh, same difference,” I chimed in, but Gina didn’t think I was funny. “You want proof? What about Design as Order?” continued Candy as if there had not been a three-hour break in the conversation. “What about Purpose, Simplicity, Complexity? Sense and Coherence, Information and Cosmic Constants, the laws of physics, of nature, and nature itself, the beauty of the world? One has to try very hard to be an atheist in this world, one has to have real blinders on.” “Not atheist, agnostic!” Right into it, that Gina, the salsa not dried at her lips. “Open-minded. I’m saying I don’t know. I’m keeping an open mind. Leaving my options open.
