Theory of Cosmic Evolution

Being from Kansas issues about Evolution are commonly on my mind.  Not because I really have any doubts that evolution works or that statements like "God put the dinosaur fossils in the earth to test our faith" to be absurd... But mostly because its facinating.  On one level it obvious that the creatures of the Earth of closely related and yet on another level the mechanic of evolution (slight variations over millions of years) seems not quite right.  I don't have the answer, but I do have a concept...  The condition of DNA replication is the lifeform itself not the individual species that use it.



All living things on this planet have DNA and cellular structure that replicates to create larger organism with traits and abilities... DNA is therefore highly adaptable.  Inside DNA is all the complexity of all life.  The codes to everything are contained within.  DNA itself is a mechanism to create our type of life.  DNA can survive in a multitude of forms.



I imagine then that the whole Earth is common DNA organism of many parts and the instict to survive goes beyond each species but to the whole survival of DNA.  For as long as there is a single replicating strand... life could conceivable repopulate an entire planet.  Perhaps someday our planet will be smashed by rock large enough to shatter the world and piece of our world will spin off to then someday smash in to another warm rock.  Will then we seed that world with our bacteria? Will that world grow to be not too much different than ours?  Maybe it will be dogs that develop large brains and opposable thumbs, but regards our DNA will spread and follow similar design criteria...  Maybe our world was seeded in the same way... and there are other planets out there with DNA based development.  They will be grandly different, but I bet we will be shocked at the similarities.

Haunted (fiction)

She comes to me in this place.  On cold, gray days when the stone seems to absorb the heat of a touch she comes to sit next to me.  Even though I long for the touch, her hands are cold.  Her body pressed next to me on the stone bench provides only a chill.  But my heart leaps with boundless joy.  She's come back to me.  She's come back. 

I can almost make out her outline, but she disappears when I look right at her.  At the edge of my vision I can make out indistinct outlines of red curls and blue eyes.  Her body is silhouetted in something white and flowing.  She looks at me.  She always looks at me.  In her presence I remember everything so clearly.  I become an old man laughing at nothing—muttering replies to unspoken questions.  I don’t care.

The wind blows making my eyes tear.  Though the blurred tears she almost comes in to focus and I can see her face, but only for a moment and she’s gone again.  Her touch seems to ignore the many layers of warm clothing I always wear when I visit.  She waits so long to show.  My joints ache and my heat is nearly drained away as if my very life is needed to summon her.  Sometimes she doesn’t come.  When the sun sinks below the trees I can’t stay any longer.  It’s a struggle to stand—to stagger back to the world of the living.  Crying from the wind or remorse or the pain… or the loss.

Her presence never wavers when she does come.  We talk in our way until the sun sets.  I try to stay longer, but I’m too weak.  I can’t stand the painful cold.  I think she understands.  When I stand to go she remains sitting.  She watches me as I walk away.  Even as I leave the cemetery behind I can see her sitting there.  I always leave behind the flowers I bring.  They are always gone when I return.

I know she wants me to stay.  I know someday I will.