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.
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 learned the trick of eating food, growing, adapting to the environment, reproducing and writing Jack Handy style deep thoughts in web logs.
Given that we have all of our eggs in one basket (one earth - one cradle - one life support system – one brief window of geologic time) why is it that 6.6 billion people generally poop mostly into their own drinking water?
Given a speculative looming cataclysm in the food chain, it is always tempting to instead attribute available negative evidence to natural fluctuations in seasonal cycles that we hope are independent of human causation. It is just bad luck for salmon, we might rationalize, that peculiar dead zones, fertilizer polluted rivers, dams and overfishing combined all at once to wipe out this years run. Life goes on.
“I think I saw one over here!”
“Stay away, that’s mine!”
“I don’t see any fish.”
Translation provided by Monkey-cam
Yet here and there in the chaos, life finds and latches onto islands of calm – moments of sunshine bracketed between storms.
This Week's Song
'Hallelujah' is a word often used to express thanks to God. I don't hear it very often outside of church songs, so initially, its usage in this week's song is puzzling. These words seem to emmanate from a less than ideal situation - one in which love is broken - and yet, "the baffled king composing Hallelujah..." raises chorus after chorus. The song seems sad and hopeless, yet the determination to thank God, even if he cannot be seen, is carried through to the end. For these resons, I chose to juxtopose it with this weeks images of a creation that may be breaking, but which still holds so much beauty and for which there still is some hope.
Halellujah by Leonard Cohen - Allison Crowe live performance