The Orrery
Monday, 27 December 2010
Natural selection
Natural selection. Nature, the mother. Blind watchmaker. Fumbling for parts. Groping at molecules.
Lights out. Glasses smashed. Eyes opaque. Ears ringing. Fingers numb. Nose blocked. And yet.
Creation.
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