why such huge veneration of science?

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The first problem with science is that you gotta keep changing your mind every damn time you learn something.
The second problem with science is that you gotta learn something and learning is soooo haaaard.
The third problem with science is that when you learn something new it means that what you said yesterday was wrong

Almost everything around us these days has had a science input. And the idea that what you knew in science yesterday is now wrong is largely untrue. Yes that happens, but at a practical level it's rare. Almost everything in this modern world, shows just how often science has been right. Without science being right, we would not have plastic. We would not have television. We would have only wool, cotton and silk. We would not have cars, powerboats, aircraft or spacecraft. We would not have GPS, let alone computers. We wouldn't even have electronic calculators, let alone be able to store gigabytes of data on a pinhead. We wouldn't have mapped DNA, let alone understand cells and disease. We wouldn't have organ transplants or replacement hips. We wouldn't have refrigeration or stereos or DVD's. We have so much in this world, because science got it right.

Yes but we DO have television now, so science should just stop and let us watch it.

Believing the One and Only Truth prevents all this!
With Jesus we can always be 100% right, even while watching TV!

It's greedy colleges that try to say we need to learn things all the time and then they judge us!
Tuition is far higher than Tithe.

Science needs to just stop, it's good enough for now.

True. The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

drops of liquid sealing-wax, drops that adhere, incrust, incorporate themselves with what they fall on, till finally the rock is all one scarlet blob.

"Till at last the child's mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child's mind. And not the child's mind only. The adult's mind too - all his life long. The mind that judges and desires and decides - made up of these suggestions. But all these suggestions are our suggestions!" The Director almost shouted in his triumph. "Suggestions from the State."

I've read Huxley, but I don't get your point.

Round they went, a circular procession of dancers, each with hands on the hips of the dancer preceding, round and round, shouting in unison, stamping to the rhythm of the music with their feet, beating it, beating it out with hands on the buttocks in front; twelve pairs of hands beating as one; as one, twelve buttocks slabbily resounding. Twelve as one, twelve as one. "I hear Him, I hear Him coming." The music quickened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic hands. And all at once a great synthetic bass boomed out the words which announced the approaching atonement and final consummation of solidarity, the coming of the Twelve-in-One, the incarnation of the Greater Being. "Orgy-porgy," it sang, while the tom-toms continued to beat their feverish tattoo:

"Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun,
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at 0ne with girls at peace;
Orgy-porgy gives release."

"Orgy-porgy," the dancers caught up the liturgical refrain, "Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun, kiss the girls …" And as they sang, the lights began slowly to fade-to fade and at the same time to grow warmer, richer, redder, until at last they were dancing in the crimson twilight of an Embryo Store. "Orgy-porgy …" In their blood-coloured and foetal darkness the dancers continued for a while to circulate, to beat and beat out the indefatigable rhythm. "Orgy-porgy …" Then the circle wavered, broke, fell in partial disintegration on the ring of couches which surrounded-circle enclosing circle-the table and its planetary chairs. "Orgy-porgy …" Tenderly the deep Voice crooned and cooed; in the red twilight it was as though some enormous negro dove were hovering benevolently over the now prone or supine dancers.

They were standing on the roof; Big Henry had just sung eleven. The night was calm and warm.

"Wasn't it wonderful?" said Fifi Bradlaugh. "Wasn't it simply wonderful?" She looked at Bernard with an expression of rapture, but of rapture in which there was no trace of agitation or excitement-for to be excited is still to be unsatisfied. Hers was the calm ecstasy of achieved consummation, the peace, not of mere vacant satiety and nothingness, but of balanced life, of energies at rest and in equilibrium. A rich and living peace. For the Solidarity Service had given as well as taken, drawn off only to replenish. She was full, she was made perfect, she was still more than merely herself. "Didn't you think it was wonderful?" she insisted, looking into Bernard's face with those supernaturally shining eyes.

I do not understand the huge veneration of science, either.

Science must bow before mathematics, and this must be taken *very* seriously. No science can even be done without mathematics because measurement itself requires that 1+1 always equals 2. Even for matter to exist, for the world to begin, for life to develop (regardless of how you think it happened), for things to progress in any orderly fashion at all, requires that the concept of numbers and consistent mathematical relationships to exist beforehand.

So where did those concepts come from? They are above matter, and above anything that needs them in order to observe or test anything.

Jesus said to them, "When you make the two into one, and when you make the inner like the outer and the outer like the inner, and the upper like the lower, and when you make male and female into a single one, so that the male will not be male nor the female be female, when you make eyes in place of an eye, a hand in place of a hand, a foot in place of a foot, an image in place of an image, then you will enter [the kingdom]."

Science is a process, not a result.