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I remember being taught 6-day literal creationism as a kid and having a sneaky [neurodivergent] intuition that it was bullshit. I have my formerly-atheist dad to thank for that (& for the neurodivergence). I always liked the idea of evolution as billions of years of creative work, mostly benevolent or at least quirky, performed by my preferred version the judeo-christian god. I never really saw anything wrong with believing in both evolution and a god. I wouldn’t call it “intelligent design” because have you heard of menstruation? It’s all very spiritual though, standing at the edge of billions of years and tracing yourself back from Homo heidelbergensis, to Jane Goodall’s chimps, to little climbing mammals, to fish who flopped on land, to a handful of cells, to dust and water. Social ecology becomes vibrantly alive in the context of natural evolution. Climate crisis becomes the real national emergency. My pet bird still has the feet of a dinosaur—and science agrees. How can you let capitalist consumption destroy god’s beautiful creation—or whomever’s beautiful creation? Do we let Bolsonaro eventually destroy the Amazon for profit? My bird’s dino relatives live there, precariously so. The actual last of the dinosaurs. The awe and humility that ecology + evolution have built in me better houses my spiritual beliefs than any liberal progressive or conservative Christian framework ever has. Bookchin called this “dialectical naturalism” but these notions are older than him. “Shalom” meant “ecology” all along.