“In the second half of the 19th century, an age essentially unphilosophical and given to technique, dominated by a myopic specialization and historical materialism, this scientific ideal took a practical form, not so much of the popularization, as of the vulgarization of science — and expressed itself in the proliferation of democratic sets of cheap popular and propagandist literature. Science was thus thought to be a achieving popularity, as if it were its function to lower itself to the level of the people and serve their passions, and not the duty of the people to rise to science and through science rise to a higher level still, to new and profounder aspirations.” — Miguel de Unamuno
Poor Darwin and Huxley were in constant battle with the pseudoscientific morons who distorted science into the monsters that laid waste to the 20th century. The idiocy of eugenics and (eventually) Nazism and Communism are as far from science as anything, but claimed to be scientific, even “Darwinian”. In so doing, they not only vandalized the truth, but missed the point entirely.
My Grandfather — a Preacher — used to tell me, “Never put God into a box.” (As a Southern Baptist, he had fought on the side of Evolution and Science and Education — his college major was geology — thus, for this and many other reasons, damned to live on the darkside of orthodoxy, obscure and abandoned by the faith he’d dedicated his life to.)
Our hopes and prejudices are a kind of box in which we force reality to live, pressing out of it all truthfulness, leaving behind only a monstrous characterization: molding and growing into something vile, destined to poison its captor like a scorpion crossing the river.
Now go lift something heavy,