Does evolution disprove God?

“When the wise man points at the moon, the fool looks at the finger.” Zen Proverb

If you’ve been keeping score along this odyssey of human arrogance, the amount of faith required to accept the religion of science is bewildering. Guesses, shrugs, and miracles comprise far more of the holy scrolls than what’s openly recited in state-sponsored schools, allowing wide space for belief, if curious souls are more inclined to the methodical collection of limited data than ancient revelation. Clockwork determinism evaporated with new iterations of physics, but evolution remains a viable tale. Fossils exist. They evidence what can be reasonably called evolution, along with wonders that cannot. Abiogenesis is a crock, but so is a talking snake. Inexplicable wonders, it appears, invade every story of source. The Big Bang became far-fetched before JWST, as soon as its honest priests admitted that they didn’t understand dark presences constituting 95% of the night sky, but 5% isn’t nothing. How much faith must be mustered to accept any astronomical tale after that admission? 95% is a fair place to start, a near complete commitment, something like scientific fundamentalism. Galactic evidence which suggests that the Bang never happened must lower certainty and raise the threshold for commitment, but does a shift in probability materially alter the original choice of nihilism? The widest scientific leap of faith for this religion is its aggregate, glaringly erroneous, fiction-laden estimation of source. Erudite priests begrudgingly acknowledge God, but only as an inexplicably lucky accident, comically robbing Him or It of statistically unavoidable intellect while discovering more by the hour. After the pompous sleight, shifty science tacks countless fantasy universes composed solely of imagination onto their spite to balance the flub. If you still want to believe that you are an overgrown germ riding a ball of solar waste spinning through a meaningless cosmic anomaly, then these are the logical hurdles your heart must hop. Only then may you bask in the glory of a meaningless accident, irrelevant existence, and inevitable doom.