A letter to Darwin

 　　Today, as an isolated person under a blood-red sky, as a refugee on a brutal battlefield, as a farmer on parched land, I will vent my displeasure towards you, "one of the greatest scientists in human history"...

What a fine "survival of the fittest"!

Who was it that initially used countless metaphysical assumptions to vehemently promote your theory of evolution? And who used carefully fabricated charts to cloak your fallacies in the beautiful guise of science? It was only your followers, who also love to fabricate; it was only your extreme atheists, who were forced to use far-fetched reasons to explain the origin of humanity.

I ask you, besides those rows of ape fossils that "transformed" from monkeys into human forms like sacred icons, where are the fossils of birds with hemispherical wings? Where are the fossils of animals that were half-bird and half-reptile? I ask you,

why do sharks from 400 million years ago look the same as they do today? Why do ants, doves, and turtles from 100 million years ago look the same as they do today? Why do bats from 55 million years ago look the same as they do today? And then there are scorpions, dragonflies, mosquitoes, tardigrades… You're less a biologist and more a superficial “surrealist” painter. These scientific omissions and gaps, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, are entirely based on your “ingenious” imagination! Even today, with such advanced science, no one can provide any evidence to fill in your gaps. What saddens

　　and astonishes me even more is that your absurdity has transcended a century, permeating every aspect of modern human civilization: anthropology, psychology, philosophy, politics, economics, culture, people's worldviews, philosophies of life, and values… it's all-pervasive.

What a fine example of “survival of the fittest”! Because of the belief in “the strong preying

on the weak,” too many people have lost sight of what “natural selection” truly means. Should the world exclude each other or coexist?

Because of the belief in “survival of the fittest,” many parts of the world have become intermittent killing fields. “Great love” has long been seen as a sign of weakness.

Because of your belief in evolutionary thought, people have accelerated their own moral and emotional "evolution," gradually abandoning too many principles. Human nature has deteriorated, and the world is going downhill. Some have even lost their last vestiges of humanity in the frenzied pursuit of "evolution." Furthermore, in humanity's competitive path, the demon of hegemony has emerged: arms races, economic monopolies and sanctions, open and covert political struggles… And humanity's relentless and frenzied exploitation of Earth's resources has left our planet riddled with holes…

Of course, all these sins may not be entirely your fault, but you at least owe humanity a repentance. It is the poisonous tumor of your ideology that has been passed down through generations, causing people to sink deeper and deeper into erroneous thoughts, leading to an unprecedentedly dangerous situation.

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