He is Richard Dawkins. In today's Wall Street Weekend Journal, after singing a hymn of praise to Darwinian evolution, he says:

Where does that leave God? The kindest thing to say is that it leaves him with nothing to do, and no achievements that might attract our praise, our worship or our fear. Evolution is God's redundancy notice, his pink slip. But we have to go further. A complex creative intelligence with nothing to do is not just redundant. A divine designer is all but ruled out by the consideration that he must at least as complex as the entities he was wheeled out to explain. God is not dead. He was never alive in the first place.

She is Karen Armstrong. In the same space she celebrates the "God beyond God" and says:

Darwin made it clear once again thatas Maimonides, Avicenna, Aquinas and Eckhart had already pointed outwe cannot regard God simply as a divine personality, who single-handedly created the world. This could direct our attention away from the idols of certainty and back to the "God beyond God." The best theology is a spiritual exercise, akin to poetry. Religion is not an exact science but a kind of art form that, like music or painting, introduces us to a mode of knowledge that is different from the purely rational and which cannot easily be put into words. At its best, it holds us in an attitude of wonder, which is, perhaps, not unlike the awe that Mr. Dawkins experiencesand has helped me to appreciate when he contemplates the marvels of natural selection.

Actually, they may both be saying the same thing. What say ye?