A Planet of Parasites and the Problem With God
The first time I realized that “No, I’m not just crazy”—and that there might in fact be something deeply and irredeemably fucked up about the process of life itself (not my own life in particular, but the existence of self-replicators competing for scarce resources) came when I read a letter Charles Darwin wrote to a friend.
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