Alphabet Soup

A little child develops, seemingly the culmination of ages of evolution, or design development, so that the fabulous chemistry of a little man plays out in orchestrated gene expression, neuronal patterning, an intricate immune system, a mesh of metabolic pathways – systems interdependence that originate in the first fused parental cells. This artistic genius derived in the very nature of matter whose rules and behaviour compounded molecules and nanometric factories, and cells with their whirling self organising super complex inner worlds. People speak of biological life as if it were a mere recipe of fermentation in a plastic bag, and obviously common in the galaxy, like a word cropping up in alphabet soup. But this incredible order upon order, self perpetuating, self adjusting, with millions of necessary ingredients performing precisely, and all because carbon is as it is, and water, and energy and key constants, let alone earth is so structured and positioned – how blind not to wonder that a little child is possible, and not to worship his maker in humility and gratitude. I think.