An aside on religeon and science:
As a teenager, I was in love with science. I really stuggled with my belief in God during this time. I prayed earnestly for some sign from God, but sadly, it never came. Or at least, not in the way I would immediately recognise it.
One Sunday I was standing in the vestibule in back of Church during Mass. I was only there to pick up a church bulletin to prove to my parents that I had been to Mass. There I saw our family doctor standing back there listening to the sermon from the back vestibule doorway. I was tip-toeing out the door and he saw me and winked at me. I then decided to stand there until Mass was over, because I didn't want him to see me leaving early. When the collection basket came around, he put a $50 dollar bill in it.
I was so in awe of this man. He was not only our family doctor, who had eventually delivered every one of the eight kids in my family, but he was also the Chief of Thoracic Surgery at the regional hospital.
I don't know if this was my sign or not, but I've often thought about the devoutness of this man of science, apparently untroubled by the seemingly conflicting beliefs between science and religeon. I never forgot that.