Any kind of tree,
at any stage of its existence---
pliable sapling to massive ancient---
is, itself, a thriving work of biological art,
according to the plan its chromosomes contain
(excluding randomness),
so that it follows the form and function
of its own species, after its kind, as Scriptures say:
which is not the same kind as
azaleas and zinnias.
amoebas and zebras,
according to the instructions recorded upon it
genetic material located in its chromosomes (and
each of its cells is equipped with a copy),
according to a plan---
like a fugue, an epic poem, a mural, or a
suspension bridge.
Random accretion can seem
natural and artistic,
attractive to the contrary rebellion of which
human beings are contrarily proud.
Starward
Not only a serene and
Not only a serene and gorgeous contemplation, but exhibit A that there is intelligent design. An all-around graceful and brilliant invitation to ponder, examine and truly connect with nature. As a raging tree-hugger, I'm embracing this marvel!
Thank you. The cause of the
Thank you. The cause of the poem was a statement that art must occur "naturally," that it cannot be planned but must have an almost vegetal growth and expansion. Yet, the growth and expansion demonstrated by vegetal life is very accurately controlled---as to shape, function, purpose---by inherited genetic material. In that way, a cabbage will always be a cabbage, and will not mutate into a sunflower or a hermit crab.
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