What the Heck Do We Know?
These days I'm most comfortable admitting that I just don't know. I can't figure out how life got created out of non-life. I can't figure out how to reconcile evolution with creation. I just say that I don't know.
And really... what's wrong with not knowing? Is knowing how the human life came to be going to affect anything I do or the way I think? Probably not. I still have the same life, either way. Absolutely nothing in my day to day life or my long term goals is going to change if I suddenly learn with certainty that I'm the super-great-granddaughter of a primate or if God's existance and role in the creation of Earth is proved to me absolutely.
Frankly... I just don't need to know.