The Philosopher Wonders
As he mused on an egg, there were no bones, no flesh, no
beak, no feet, no wings, no eyes, no ears, no voice, no down, no intestines, no
motion, no life, ... before. How it changes so fast, but just in 21 days the egg
becomes a baby chick and is alive. Man never could create an egg with such
superb qualities out of nothing.
And as he saw a rose he was enraptured. How wonderful it
was that it was red, and fragrant, it had green leafs and a stem while the
earth on which it grows has no red, no green colors, no smell, no fibre, no
form, ...
A sheep eats grass and doesn’t err to become a cow, a deer,
who also eats grass.
Then, when enters what we call life into a being and where
does it go?
What is life, death? The living would choose life, as life
is wonderful, so precious, so dear, not death as death is a scare and the dead
would also choose death, as death is also wonderful, a heaven, not life.
The scientist remarks, “Oh it’s just a question of DNA and
biology, as simple as that.”
January 2013
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