Science vs: God. (Read it all before making judgement)

"Let me explain the problem science has with religion."
The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. 
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?' 
'Yes sir,' the student says. 
'So you believe in God?' 
'Absolutely ' 
'Is God good?' 
'Sure! God's good.' 
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?' 
'Yes' 
'Are you good or evil?' 
'The Bible says I'm evil.' 
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible! He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?' 
'Yes sir, I would.' 
'So you're good...!' 
'I wouldn't say that.' 
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.' 
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?' 
The student remains silent.. 'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. 'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?' 
'Er..yes,' the student says. 
'Is Satan good?' 
The student doesn't hesitate on this one.. 'No.' 
'Then where does Satan come from?' 
The student falters. 'From God' 
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?' 
'Yes, sir.' 
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?' 
'Yes' 
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.' 
Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?' 
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes..' 
'So who created them ?' 
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,'     he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?' 
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.' 
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?' 
'No sir. I've never seen Him.' 
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?' 
'No, sir, I have not.' 
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?' 
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.' 
'Yet you still believe in him?' 
'Yes' 
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist... What do you say to that, son?' 
'Nothing,' the student replies.. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.' 
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat? ' 
' Yes. 
'And is there such a thing as cold?' 
'Yes, son, there's cold too.' 
'No sir, there isn't.' 
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.' 
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer. 
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?' 
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?' 
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?' 
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.' 
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?' 
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains.. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.' 'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.' 'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?' 
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.' 
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?' 
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed. 
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?' 
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter. 'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so... So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.' 'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?' 
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I Guess you'll have to take them on faith.' 
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?' Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it Everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in The multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.' 
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.' 
The professor sat down. 

PS:  The student was Albert Einstein. 
Albert Einstein wrote a book titled 'God vs. Science' in 1921.....

Chapter 1

So, how do I do this?
I have never tried to write a story or explain my life in terms of putting such to paper. Well, here goes nothing? LOL
My name is Josh and I am a 48 year old man holding a Double Doctorate in Physics and Mathematics. I specialize in sub-atomic studies at the University of Berkley in California and have found a very unique and special , ummmmm, I think the correct term would be universe. Not just a universe but actually a habited planet identicle to our own however so infinitesimal no one would believe me.
It is such an amazing find that I keep it to myself because, I dont want the scientific community (of which I am a proud member) to know of it's existence as it would become an experiment. And that I cannot have.
I live on a planet called Earth in a country called The United States of America. A 3-diminsional planet of plant and animal species that co-exist and depend on one another for that existence.
What if I told you there were other planets exactly like mine that are so much smaller as to be able to have one inside your home. That they were inhabited by the same plant and animal species as this one only on a much smaller scale.

In 2008 I was intimately involved in a new particle accelerator project near Geneva Switzerland called the Large Hadron Collider. My specialty at the time was an idea called the String theory. In this theory I studied the possibility of six or seven unseen spatial dimensions in addition to the time and 3 dimensions we normally see. Withour getting to technical I, and others, felt that this new collider could open up a whole new world of studies in the possiblity of extra spatial dimensions as predicted by the String Theory.
Imagine my excitement, my utter amazement, to find a complete universe existing at a much smaller level. Aftrerall size only exists in a comparative state. How large is a ping pong ball in a vacant space with nothing else to compare it too?

Though this world and it's universe does exist in another dimension it is parallel to ours and not connected. I have been able to travel between the two worlds, and actually have. This other world and it's universe exists in my shop out back. It's not actually in the shop but a portal is there. This portal is a view from above, meaning that I see the planet and it's universe as it exists from "above" as if it was actually in my shop and I was looking at it from "outside'. I try not to take pictures of it as I fear the flash would greatly  upset the habitants of the planet as they dont know of us as we didnt know of them. I took this one simply to illustrate a small part of what I am rambling about. My planet, or the one I am referring to, is the smaller one in the picture. I call it Eart II. I will get more into what the habitants of Eart II call her and thier life but right now suffice to say I am still living in a world of total amazement at what I have discovered and am now able to visit on a daily basis.

A little about me, as I said my name is Josh, I am 48, and I teach at Berkley. After this discovery I purchased 640 acres of land in a very isolated and remote moutainous region of Northern California. I have an apartment on campus for the times I am actually teaching.
I have a wife, Candace, and a son, Josh Jr. who we call JR thats J. R. not Junior. He turned 10 yesterday and is a wonderful, though admittedly spoiled kid.
My discorvery / experiment is a well kept secret not only from my family, and the scientific community, but from the world at large.

There's no place like home

It was a sunny, warm, and very humid day in 1967. They were announcing on the radio that South African Surgeon Christiaan Barnard had just successfully performed the first human to human heart transplant. And even though the 53 year old Cape town grocer Louis Washkansky only lived 18 days the surgery was considered a resounding success.
I was listening to AFRS the government sponsered radio station that military personnell throughout the Republic of Vietnam listened to in 1967. It was received in the 'field" on channel 99 of the PRC-25 radios we would be carrying. That was 1 channel above the BS net which was the channel we used for non-official B.S. or talking about home, the Sox, Mom, Dad, the pesky siblings, the girlfriend, you know all that stuff that is so vital, so important to the young men thousands of miles from home and facing death every day.
 Even though this story is about Vietnam that sentence holds true whether your in Vietnam, Korea, The Gulf, Afganistan, Panama, or anywhere that those brave young men and women go to protect the life, and freedoms so many back home take for granted.
I was 18 years and 3 days old. They had held me over until I turned 18 to let me go and being young and dumb I was anxious to kick some vietnamese A$$.I arrived via a United flight in Danang, South Vietnam, my first day of a tour that would remain with me for life. The dues that I was raised I needed to "pay" for the right to enjoy the life and benefits of living in the greatest country on Earth. The United States of America.
I was (am) a marine and was on my way to 1st Amtrac Battalion located at the mouth of the Cua Viet river less than 10 miles south of the DMZ. I boarded a C-130 military cargo aircraft and flew to Dong Ha where I boarded a "fast river boat" I, and the 3 other FNG's were unarmed and hiding below the bulkhead during the 3 times we received sniper fire on that trip. Upon arrival at 1st Tracs I was told that they were setting up an anti-personell radar system along the DMZ (the AN-PPS-5 & 6 currently used by the Border Patrol along the US / Mexican Border) and I was the first person to be trained for it. Yay!!
The first rule in Cua Viet was if you hear the siren head for the nearest bunker and get in it until the all clear is blown. After all the classroom training ( 1 day LOL) I was considered proficient and thus the person to walk along the beach way down there away from the bunkers and stuff so the others could detect me. I was walking along looking out at the ocean when I heard a swoosh, splash, and watched a geyser of water shoot up. There were about 6 of these and some "misses" thgat hit the sand. I stood there, like the first time I saw the Aurora Borelis, in awe. Wow, that was cool, I thought. Then the siren came on and off I ran to the closest bunker about 200 yeards up the beach. Well, I made it and being a big dummy never realized until after the fact that I had just experienced my first "incoming" and those cool geysers were actually caused by rockets hitting, and exploding in the water, and the ones that hit the sand were not misses, and the fact that they seemed to follow me back to the compound was probably true because they were "walking" the rockets back to hit the compound as I was running the same direction. Then I got the shakes, and a lot of my cockiness went away.
Being the first FNG I was in charge of the other newbies who arrived a day or two after me. We set up our first outpost at a place called C-10 about 4 miles North of Cua Viet. Now, I forgot to tell my Mom that I was no longer in the "rear" training the newbies on the Radar but was in fact out there operating one.
In fact she sent me some flower seeds to pant flowers at the front of my Hooch. I couldn't tell her those days ended when I was "trained"
I was doing the Radar thing until May or so, and there were some adventures, and mis-adventures. One time a Vietnamese bad guy through a chi-com grenade into the fuel storage area at Cua Viet. I happened to be down there that night. Now Cua Viet was a major distibution hub for all of the Northern I-corps. Navy ships would off load there and they would ship the stuff inland to Dong Ha and Quang Tri etc. So, there were a lot of fuel bladders (rubberized storage cells) as well as frieght, c-rats, equipment, etc. Well that night 1 chi-com destroyed most of everything. A helicopter was blown up as it tried to lift off, fires raged, and stuff fell from the sky for hours crashing onto and through hooches, buildings, vehicles and the next morning I was running up the beach on top of an Amtrac and the entire 4 miles was littered with cases of c-rats, beer, sodas, weapons, etc. It made all the fireworks I had ever seen insignificant.
One night I was watching the screen deep inside the bunker I and the other newbies built just to hold the Radar receiver when I noticed some major movement about a mile Northwest of us. I estimated the group to be around 100 and they went behind a sand hill which was a couple hundred yards long and 50 - 60 feet high. I kept watching and they didnt come out the other side so I called around on the radio to see if we had any "friendlies" in the area only to find out we didnt. So, I began calling for a fire mission. The 155's in Dong Ha was busy, as were the 105's in Cua Viet. I kept trying my sources to call for a fire mission when this large, booming, voice echoed in my headphones. "Unit calling for fire mission. This is the USS Boston can we help"? Wow, the sound and power of the voice almost made you want to climb under a table, after I overcame my shock and awe I responded yes sir, and proceeded to provide a description of what I needed inluding coordinates. The big booming voice came back saying they needed to re-position but would be available in a few minutes. Well, a few minutes later and the voice came back and simply said DUCK.
I knew they were shooting thier 8" guns and would be firing a flat trajectory meaning the rounds would be just above us and several hundred pounds and very large, at least compared to the .223's that I carried or the 106 mm I had loaded into an Ontos back in school. They fired 42 rounds and everyone sounded like a frieght train and you were laying between the tracks when it came over. After the show I went back down to the radio and called saying there was no movement, in fact there was no sand hill at all. That big voice said have a nice war and went away. next morning I, and the others, looked out at the new landscape to the Northwest, FLAT, no hill, no trees, no nothing but sand.
I was brought back to Cua Viet one day and told that I had done a good job and my reward was to now do a tour with the "grunts" so I was re-assigned to Charley Company First Battalion Ninth Marines otherwise known as the "Walking Dead" a name bestowed upon them earlier by a North Vietnamese Radio Personality known as Hanoi Jane.
My frist day with "C" 1/9 (I was assigned to 1st platoon) I was led to a foxhole and handed an M-16 with a starlight night vision scope on it. Now the starlight was as long as the M-16 but bulkier and heavier not all nice and compact like now. I was told my job was to watch a foot bridge and shoot anyone trying to cross it and that they liked to hide behind water buffalo as they led them across. Well, once again, being a FNG I asked "then how do I see them if they're behind a water bull"? I was told that any water buffalo with six legs I was to shoot it and then shoot the guy behind it. Fortunatly no water buffalos died that night, my first night with "C" 1/9 was uneventful. The next morning we received word that the heli's had spotted a body alonside a bomb crater in an area we had been at two weeks previously and that it was lying out in the direct sunlight and was probably the mssing one of ours. So a team was gotten together and my platoon sergent said "send Hale, he's new and may as well loose his cherry" and so began my tour with "C" 1/9, the grunts. We patrolled the area between the Cua Viet river and the DMZ, the Ocean, and Laos. the only time we got to ride in helicopters or trucks were when they wanted us there quicker than walking and the only time we saw hot food was the night before we were to go into the  poop and that was always by helicopter and if they brought ice cream, well, you may as well write that letter to Mom because you weren't coming back. We lved up to our name and had hot food, even ice cream more than I liked at the time.
I remember Apricots in Cua Viet, Huang Nam Lang a 17 year old vietnamese girl I met on my second trip to the hospital, this one in Danang, Lt. Vision (not her name but what she was) on the hospital ship for my first medi-vac, beautiful country, some nice people both Marines and Vietnamese, and some not so nice people Marines and Vietnamese, performing security for a medical team that went to villages to perform basic clinic type medical checkups on the locals both old and young. A little 6 year old French / Vietnamese girl I met on those trips that was cute as a bug and became my best buddy for that short time, and Christmas 1968 (its written about in a previous blog) and the United flight home.
There is certainly no place like home when your on foriegn soil thousands of miles from home carrying a rifle and trying to be the one still alive every day. I loved it, hated it, regret it, would do it again, and try to forget it as I try to remember it.