According to this article, "frozen smoke" or "Aerogel" is a "miracle material for the 21st century." All well and good. Until you read the comments. "Edmund Burke" opines:
If it is produced in the laboratory, it is not a miracle.
"Markangelo," from "Torrance, Amerika," responds:
Why can't "GOD" make a miracle in the laboratory[?]
"CK" of "DFW, Texas" answers his question:
The Universe that provides the elements that the scientists manipulate to make these wonderful things.
Or, did you miss that?
"AGS," from Chicago, attempts to bring some common sense to the proceedings:
Please note that "miracle material" is not a theological term implying supernatural origin. It simply indicates unusually outstanding properties and applications that exceed the conventional by a wide mark.
He is ignored. "Eric" of Atlanta merely repeats "CK"'s answer to "Markangelo"'s question:
He made the silica gel, the carbon dioxide, and the brain of the man that has the arrogance to think he can "make" anything.
All glory goes to God. Humanity arrogantly credits itself for His work in the world. To be honest, I hadn't noticed this mode of theistic complaint until it was brought to my attention yesterday. More Twain, again from Letters from Earth:
If science exterminates a disease which has been working for God, it is God that gets the credit, and all the pulpits break into grateful advertising-raptures and call attention to how good he is! Yes, he has done it. Perhaps he has waited a thousand years before doing it. That is nothing; the pulpit says he was thinking about it all the time. When exasperated men rise up and sweep away an age-long tyranny and set a nation free, the first thing the delighted pulpit does is to advertise it as God's work, and invite the people to get down on their knees and pour out their thanks to him for it. And the pulpit says with admiring emotion, "Let tyrants understand that the Eye that never sleeps is upon them; and let them remember that the Lord our God will not always be patient, but will loose the whirlwinds of his wrath upon them in his appointed day."
They forget to mention that he is the slowest mover in the universe; that his Eye that never sleeps, might as well, since it takes it a century to see what any other eye would see in a week; that in all history there is not an instance where he thought of a noble deed first, but always thought of it just a little after somebody else had thought of it and done it. He arrives then, and annexes the dividend.
For "Eric," "CK," and their ilk, nothing is possible without God, therefore all credit ultimately belongs to him. This is why home-runs lead to hosannahs:
If God had not blessed a particular athlete with the skills required to hit a home-run, he never would have been able to the swing the bat (whittled from lumber of His stock), smack the ball (composed of tightly wound rubber from trees He grew, wrapped in skin of His cows), have it fly threw the air (seventy-eight percent His Beloved Nitrogen), over the dirt (whose sundry particulates He crushed Himself) and the grass (which He so carefully tends), and into the stands (built by people whose skills He gave them, the architect her math, the construction worker his stamina, &c.).
This is a profoundly religious perspective; so religious I'm tempted to say it's nothing more than a rhetorical ploy designed specifically to shame. Another way to put this:
No one outside a monastery thinks like this, right?