The theory of evolution was a hard sell. Even Darwin had a hard time with it. If you read anything of Darwin’s you find he’s continually filling all his writings with tremendous doubts. For example, he says in the sixth chapter of his Origin of the Species, Long before having arrived at this part of my work, a crowd of difficulties will have occurred to the reader. Some of them are so grave that to this day I can never reflect on them without being staggered. In his chapter on instinct he conceded such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory. And to think he said that The eye could evolve by natural selection seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest possible degree. In his chapter on imperfections in the geological record he complained that the complete lack of fossil intermediates in all geological records was perhaps, quote, the most obvious and gravest objection which can be urged against my theory. In other words, he was at least honest enough to admit that the thing didn’t make any sense.
Darwin wrote that he was deeply conscious of his own ignorance. In his personal letters he wrote about having awful misgivings, of having deluded myself and devoted myself to a fantasy. But Darwin was determined to escape from a personal God at all costs. He said that. I am determined to escape from design and a personal God at all costs. To the end of his life he was in that war, trying as he would to escape from God he never really could. And finally his emotional life atrophied under the strain of the battle, religious feelings disappeared and with it everything else, the world became cold and dead. And in the end Darwin apparently received a taste of his own medicine. He had deprived the universe of God and all meaning and so he had deprived himself of all meaning.
What do evolutionist think about that?