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Life Began with Muck

I'm taking a break from this fluke of a flu to post something I chanced upon while searching for back issues of the Reader's Digest section "All In a Day's Work." (I read that laughter boosted the immune system, and what with the deadline I'm facing, I'll need all the help I can muster. Forth, Martiningas!)





Here's the text in (somewhat) full:






"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth. And He said: Let there be Chemistry.




And he looked upon the Chemistry and He saw that it was good. And then He said: Wait, we need more carbon. Also more water. Tap is fine.




Soon there was something new upon the waters of the Earth, this thing called Life. It oozed, multiplied, diversified. It learned to swim, crawl, even fly. Eventually a new form of life appeared, a creature large of brain, compulsively inquisitive, with an obsession for asking the really big, hairy, gnarly questions, such as: Where did I come from?




That's when things got really complicated."






The text goes on to discuss more mundane, scientific things (yes, I read the rest) about the studies for the origin of life. It mentions Tinkertoys. You can read the rest of it here.





Anyway. Back to work-slash-rest.

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