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a poem on the beginnings of life

by Richard Feynman, theoretical physicist

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison.

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.

Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.

Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.

Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.

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gaeln
Jun. 5th, 2014 11:02 pm (UTC)
My favorite part as well. I glad you enjoyed it :)
fansee
Jun. 7th, 2014 01:51 am (UTC)
Poem
What a wonderful poem; that is, it fills me with wonder. FanSee
gaeln
Jun. 7th, 2014 04:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Poem
we've come a long way from being 'mountains of molecules' to beings who can 'Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I". I'm glad it filled you with wonder, it did me as well.
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