The 21st century will be seen as humanity's rite of passage. We're growing up as a species, going through the very same process we've all gone through individually. Our biggest challenge? Idolatry of the written word.
Isolated and immobile due to a debilitating illness, Bailey finds herself in the company of a snail. Observing the snail, she reflects on her own constrictions of mobility, placement and relationships.
The moral argument for the existence of God is popular. If you don't have God, you can't have morality. But if the kind of evolutionary moral naturalism I endorse is true, you can have morality and God doesn't enter into it at all.