I’ll answer your question with an excerpt of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Some context, first. On some planet (I’ll leave you to read to figure which one), a computer is constructed to figure out the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, everything. After the two programmers, Fook and Lunkwill, set the computer, known as “Deep Thought” in motion, processing the request, they are interrupted by two irate philosophers. Here’s what happens:
[FONT=‘Times New Roman’]“Come on,” shouted the older one, “you can’t keep us out!” He pushed a junior programmer back through the door.
“We demand that you can’t keep us out!” bawled the younger one, though he was now firmly inside the room and no further attempts were being made to stop him.
“Who are you?” said Lunkwill, rising angrily from his seat. “What do you want?”
“I am Majikthise!” announced the older one.
“And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!” shouted the younger one.
Majikthise turned on Vroomfondel. “It’s alright,” he explained angrily, “you don’t need to demand that.”
“Alright!” bawled Vroomfondel banging on an nearby desk. “I am Vroomfondel, and that is not a demand, that is a solid fact! What we demand is solid facts!”
“No we don’t!” exclaimed Majikthise in irritation. “That is precisely what we don’t demand!”
Scarcely pausing for breath, Vroomfondel shouted, “We don’t demand solid facts! What we demand is a total absence of solid facts. I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!”
“But who the devil are you?” exclaimed an outraged Fook.
“We,” said Majikthise, “are Philosophers.”
“Though we may not be,” said Vroomfondel waving a warning finger at the programmers.
“Yes we are,” insisted Majikthise. “We are quite definitely here as representatives of the Amalgamated Union of Philosophers, Sages, Luminaries and Other Thinking Persons, and we want this machine off, and we want it off now!”
“What’s the problem?” said Lunkwill.
“I’ll tell you what the problem is mate,” said Majikthise, “demarcation, that’s the problem!”
“We demand,” yelled Vroomfondel, “that demarcation may or may not be the problem!”
“You just let the machines get on with the adding up,” warned Majikthise, “and we’ll take care of the eternal verities thank you very much. You want to check your legal position you do mate. Under law the Quest for Ultimate Truth is quite clearly the inalienable prerogative of your working thinkers. Any bloody machine goes and actually finds it and we’re straight out of a job aren’t we? I mean what’s the use of our sitting up half the night arguing that there may or may not be a God if this machine only goes and gives us his bleeding phone number the next morning?”
“That’s right!” shouted Vroomfondel, “we demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”[/FONT]
They feel that, with science apparently explaining everything, “God” might be shown to be false. They believe that adherence to “Sciencism” takes away the “glory of the Lord” and “replaces it with Sciencism”. You’ll note that a lot of them capitalize the “S” to try to make it into a religion (such as “Well, you can believe in Science if you want”) and then try to point to what they believe to be “wrongs” or “hoaxes” in Science to invalidate it so that people will give up the pursuit of truth and return to the pursuit of Truth.
That’s what I get out of it, anyway.