Monday, January 01, 2007
Good Grief; Let the Good Times Roll!
Jacob (and Snoopy) doing his Happy Dance! And, the Grande Finale: TA-DA!
Doctor Lewis Thomas writes in The Lives of a Cell: "Statistically, the probablilty of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existence would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise. We are alive against the stupendous odds of genetics, infinitely out-numbered by all the alternates who might, except for luck, be in our places... Everyone is one in three billion* at the moment, which describes the odds. Each of us is a self-contained, free-standing individual, labeled by specific protein configurations at the surface of cells, identifiable by whorls of fingertip skin, maybe even by special medleys of fragrance. You'd think we'd never stop dancing!"
* (World population increased from 3 billion in 1959 to 6 billion by 1999. As of five minutes ago, the estimated population of the world: 6,616,052, 965. And heaven knows, I've done my share. Tho' I suppose the 3 billion Dr. Thomas referred to was sperm.)