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Fred Hoyle

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A junkyard contains all the bits and pieces of a Boeing 747, dismembered and in disarray. A whirlwind happens to blow through the yard. What is the chance that after its passage a fully assembled 747, ready to fly, will be found standing there? So small as to be negligible, even if a tornado were to blow through enough junkyards to fill the whole Universe.
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Arguing that living organisms could not have arisen by chance alone.
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The Intelligent Universe (1983), p.19

 
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