We do not comprehend our lives as we live them, in terms of societal connectivity, the environment, not to mention our own domestic and interpersonal situations, let alone those arising from different cultures, different countries and different civilizations on our shrinking, wounded planet. We do not understand our deaths.
Yet the thirst for comprehension of life's origin, and the entire gamut of scientific discipline, works to find out its chemical, physical and perhaps mechanical functions. At the same time, we want to ensure that our discoveries are presented, and bring cultural revolution, in our own individualistic, didactic ways.
Those involved in the search, with great qualification or insatiable curiosity for understanding, can come out with theories and what would appear to be supportive evidence and proof, which gets altered or enhanced by some other so-called truths, at other places and by other seekers.
Hence the search of more than a millennium brought the knowledge of DNA. In the recent past this knowledge has led to the desire and ability to create DNA in the laboratory, even though such an empowerment has led to apprehensions, ethical and legal questions, outrage within religious communities, charges of blasphemy in tinkering with God's work and plan, and so on.
And now it is the genome. And then, do not have doubt, something else beyond it, ad infinitum. The purpose is questionable because the goal is eternally shifting: no matter which point man reaches, he wants to seek another point, the cost notwithstanding. At worst, if not condemnable, perhaps in the long run, in terms of absolutes, the effort, although seemingly fascinating, is futile.
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Charu wrote:
Strands of DNA swirling in, perhaps, a red primordial soup, a bolt of lightening and resulting fire all but end in futility not unlike the last word of the write-up; unless of course, soup happens to be 'Cosmopolitan' with lemon zest garnish.
my reply:
One Cosmopolitan with lemon zest garnish, coming right up, for the lady.
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Bhashwati wrote:
Decoding Genome
The
strands that bind
The
genes that define
A
marvel to unravel
A
spectacle to behold…
The
flaming dance of life
Encircling
generations
Bequeathing
tricks and traits
Of
conscious life
Through
unconscious transfers
About
the composition I don’t even want to know what you did to whom. It is enough
that you caught in a frame the music of the spheres and the dance of life.
The
colours for me embody all the elements bound in a dynamic dialogue. It is
a mesmerising spectacle.
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oose Apna Lo Jo Bhi Jeevan Ki Reet Hai
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