If ev'ry tongue was still the noise would still continue The rocks and stones themselves would start to sing: Tim Rice / Andrew Lloyd Webber These are a few of the pages of our genealogy. Some of the pages are sterile and blank with almost no writing. Some of the pages that had interesting stories are long lost or ruined. But even now, there are still some pages – almost miraculous fragments – that preserve remarkable portraits of our ancestors and relatives. The story is not always straight-forward. There are unexpected twists in the plot. If there is an over-riding theme in our genealogy it might be that life as a whole appears resilient, creative and enduring, but that life experienced more individually, say as an individual (or even a particular species) is finite and spans no more than a chapter or two – no exceptions. We still don’t really have any solid evidence that there is any other life anywhere else in the universe. For all we know, this is the only world where matter
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