When my boyfriend first told me he was a Creationist, it was at an Evolution exhibit in a local science museum. He had spent all day smiling at my delight in each exhibit, genuinely interested in discussing what obviously brought me a great deal of satisfaction. We had gone on and on about Darwin, mutations, genetic drift, and so on. When we reached the Paleozoic exhibit, surrounded by artistic renderings of invertebrate animal phyla, I made some silly joke about a human bias toward vertebrates. He kissed my hand and told me he believed the Earth was 6,000 years old. Once I realized he was serious, I was shocked. I opened my mouth to present all the logically arranged arguments that I knew so well, but recalling the entire day it occurred to me that he hadn't arrived at this belief without the knowledge of any of these arguments, facts, or scientific truths. He is an intelligent, logical man who has the same information that I do on evolution, yet has arrived at a different conclusion. That's the day I realized most of the theist/atheist related drama I had seen was a result of a lack of humility and respect, not knowledge.