There are the rushing waves…
mountains of molecules, each stupidly
minding its own business… trillions apart…
yet forming white surf in unison.
before any eyes could see…
year after year…
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?…
on a dead planet,
with no life to entertain.
tortured by energy…
wasted prodigiously by the sun…
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.
repeat the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves…
and a new dance starts.
masses of atoms, DNA, protein… dancing
a pattern ever more intricate.
here it is standing…
atoms with consciousness…
matter with curiosity.
wonders at wondering…
...I…
a universe of atoms…
an atom in the universe."
- Richard Feynman (1918 - 1988)
Untitled Ode to the Wonder of Life,
Quoted by Maria Popova (1984 - ), The Marginalian