When Science Meets Religion: Enemies, Strangers, or Partners?

When Science Meets Religion: Enemies, Strangers, or Partners?

by Ian G. Barbour
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When Science Meets Religion: Enemies, Strangers, or Partners? 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Barbour offers a remarkably thorough exploration of the usual and not-so-usual viewpoints that surround the religion-science debate. Rather scholarly, it can become a little heavy-going at times, but perhaps this is a true reflection of the subject material, and of the author's professional insights. Highly recommended for anyone who is remotely interested in understanding the science-religion debate.. indeed, anyone at all who would like a fuller understanding of the convoluted world we live in today.
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The Golden Beast soared high into the sky, sun glinting off his metallic armour. With a mighty roar, ear-splittingly loud, the Dragon, Resh, landed powerfully outside our camp. <br> "Gilgalesh!" roared the Beast deafeningly. <br> Gilgalesh, along with myself, Thorisim, and Shilani, ran out to meet him. <br> "Resh!" hailed my father. "Have ye danger to tell?" <br> "Warriors!" Resh growled loudly, showing viciously pointed fangs in his gaping maw. "The army of Lesheim approaches from the Southeast! The warlord has made an allience with the Mage, Ratokst, whom Aseidia has provoked. Lesheim and his warriors have set out to revenge Ratokst! Prepare, O warriors! I can take no part in this battle! The Forest of Orthalon is under my guardianship, and I will not forsake the Mighty Forest! Not even for you, O Elf-Master," added the Beast, piercing Gilgalesh with his green eyes. <br> With that, the mighty Beast reared and lauched himself into the air with another deafening roar, akin to a battle cry. <br> Thorisim grabbed my arm arm in an iron grasp as I moved to return to prepare for the upoming battle. "Half-Elven," said the broad Human warrior in a growly voice, "what have you done to provoke Ratokst so? What have the warriors in this camp done to have their safety thrust aside so rashly?" <br> With a bit of difficulty, I snatfhed my arm out of his grip, even as he dropped it roughly. <br> "Human," returned I, with an air of coolness, "if the Wise has chosen not to confide in you the mission I have set out on, it is highly unlikely that I shall do so." <br> I held his gaze for a few heartbeats, my silver eyes blazing into his dark ones, before striding quickly back to camp. With a stoney silence, Thorisim followed. <br> I could hear Gilgalesh giving orders to the students, who were lined up, battle-ready and eager. I, myself, retrieved my sword from the void of Nothingness, where I kept it while in disuse. <br> It was a deadly double-hilted two-handed broadsword, with a bronze blade, and a copper hilt. The grip was of forest green dragonhide, from the slain beast, Brockist. Matching the grip, were a forest green pommel stone, and four smaller stones of the same kind on each end of the broad cross-guard, and the shorter back-guard. The cross-guard was curved back toward the hilt slightly, and attached to the bronze blade with a point along the blade. The back-guard cured toward the hit as well, and was much narrower than the cross-guard. The blade was about a meter long and straight, until it curved into the point. A thin bloodchannel ran on either side of the blade, all the way down it. <br> I gripped it with both hands, giving it a few experimental swings to test its balance. <br> There. <br> The battle could now begin, for I, Aseidia, Dragon-Tamer, Spryte-Charmer, Elf-Friend, Thief of Magyc, held the deadly broadsword, Fallorn-Bastoen, the Forest-Blade. <br> Even as I perpared myself for the battle, clouds of dust billowed forth from the Southeasern horizon as the great army of the warlord Lesheim, terror of the East, charged on to destroy our camp and the ancient Willow Tree, Illi, who gave power to all Elves. <br> The battle neared us. Faces could now be made out in the hundreds of the red and black garbed warriors who charged us, a mere handful of a score. <br> We stood in a defensive line, weapons still undrawn. But with a nod from Gilgalesh, we screamed savage battlecries, and unsheathed swords, holding them high in a challenge.