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Mr Darwin, please explain Reading TS Eliot is to be drawn into timeless space where images of past and future combine in a continuous stream of thinking …. perhaps the immortality of ideas. The genetic material of life, DNA, is immortal, an unbroken thread linking life’s origins 4 billion years ago to the present ….. and future. Sequence upon sequence of symbolic letters encoding countless forms of bodies, built to the same principles inherent in the genetic code, yet morphing in endless variety according to the tenets of natural selection ….. Darwin’s idea that transformed our thinking from a moment of purposeful creation to how life changes through time. Cosmologists suggest we live in one of many possible universes perhaps in parallel time allowing parallel lives, one not knowing of the other’s existence because of the limitations of our three dimensional view of the world and its existence in the cosmos. We see in three dimensions and no more, but we are aware of more because mathematics tells us so. Mr Darwin, please explain explores the seamless continuity of Darwinian thinking with the timelessness of Eliot’s poetry….. I In my beginning is my end …. V In my end is my beginning. (East Coker, Four Quartets, TS Eliot) Mr Darwin, please explain I What is this selection of love so natural To drive men insane and women to purgatory Can Mr Darwin explain? Some ask the question But I doubt not, that his meaning is clear Why love one to one remains so dear, Though Karl denied it, Lenin too And Uncle Joe dismissed it As a plot to subvert what was good for the proletariat. But in that recent time when Hitler’s darkness shadowed The Earth Love glowed in the gloom of the despair of nations’ Terezíns Which to-day helps to repair our broken dreams Of why we love one to one. Keats loved one ***** Brawne And Coleridge his Asra But what is ecstasy’s advantage? When comes the pain of separation Mr Darwin, please explain. Is it lust, is it reproduction? But then when love is thwarted We cannot function, Where is the advantage Mr D --- what is the aim, can you explain? How the coiled spiral passing from time to time Its immortal message which condemns each generation To the pain of separation When the reaper calls, or the rival sunders The coils of love’s message we’ve inherited Since the beginning of time Why? What is the advantage? Mr D, please tell me your answer. The whales they sing one to one Like Eliot’s mermaids singing Not to Prufrock but perhaps to you and me The message of communication. Is this love as one to one Each supports another wounded By the enormity of the harpoon? The dictator’s message in another form Devoid of love, sundered, never whole Coming from that Terezín we never solve. Dysfunctional Mr D, where’s the advantage For such conflicting feelings to evolve? David Applin March 2012 II Genes are the immortal ones The links between past and future But ever present Unintentionally directing the future and fate of humankind. Silent, unobserved yet Gods of their domain Which is us and life past and future Coiled threads of eternity that determine our happenings Including our loving one to one. Yet …. In their entirety and interaction Do they, in their interaction Determine our loving one to one? The bond that binds each to each Perpetual celebration. Or …. Is their selfish blindness which some accord to be Inconsequential Like boats tossed helplessly on storm driven seas Subject to the whims of wind and rain No more than replicators housed in vehicles Subject only to the chances of a changing world. III Bodies are vehicles, genes the replicators Bodies and genes indivisible At least in the present But separated as bodies die after Genes have passed to their immortal future. Perhaps this is what is meant when they say That the gene is selfish. Accommodated in the selfless body at a particular time But then discarded as genes pass its immortality From past to future Changes slow, quick depending on stasis or acceleration According to Darwinian tenets that enfold the changes In genes and therefore bodies Through all time. IV Cycle upon cycle of genes and bodies One perpetual, the other discarded each generation By the unseen hand of an uncaring Nature. Our nature, all nature, the beauty of sunsets Driven by the mechanical clocks of cosmic cycles. Yet Relative to other Dimensions where What we see, we do not see Because of the profound limitations Of three dimensions. We see only dimly what might be past And what could be future As we struggle in the presence of tautological explanation. Body and gene, gene and body the temporary and perpetual Bound in the dance of a living presence The one ensuring the other’s future For all time. Circle upon circle, tautological argument Explaining everything and nothing but all powerful In its reductionism of humankind And life kind as whales support the one Wounded by the enormity of the harpoon Loosed by the bodies of genes Storm tossed and directionless When thinking that others’ bodies Can be discarded without thought or thinking Perpetual damnation. Tautomeric interaction. We say the same thing in different ways, Recycled ideas that parody the twenty different plots of novels That return to the same point, Come back to the common question Why do we love one to one? People ask…. ‘Can Mr Darwin explain?’ Perhaps not through bodies and genes But instead, understanding the epistasis of genes and where we live. We live in this world because of our past As genes dance to the chance of environmental shifts The whims of wind and rain, sea and wave That blow and toss the genes In their bodies, in random patterns, Some sinking, others floating Not always by chance But because they float and fight Yielding to the pressures of an uncaring nature. Like soft down yielding to the thud of falling bodies Softening their impact. So to yield as well as fight Is part of the selection of one by another In the perpetual Celebration of loving one to one. We yield to the blandishments of the soft embrace We fight to attain it And once attained, what we do is all we do To keep a hold on what we love Only to lose it to the grim reaper of all our dreams In this present world, But to regain it in worlds to come The link between past and future For immortal genes Of transitory bodies which is how We think and see our presence In time without end. V General relativity and quantum mechanics The combination of infinity and the very small Do not replace the Newtonian meaning of the day to day. Just, that Newton is displaced to another time and place Where description is precise but with uncertainty according to Heisenberg. To be certain is to fix ideas in time Like natural selection in the Darwinian mind To be propitiated without exception, else suffer extinction of self And of all that matters to self and others Sacrificed on the alter to propitiate the Gods of our certainty. That is not to say that an idea cannot be fixed in time That its central tenet is not true for eternity. But truth is relative and uncertain To be strengthened or cast aside By better truths or developments of the same. Our understanding expands with time But often returns to something that was said before And said again as if it were newly minted In the mind of its creator To become dogma And as all dogmas The truth unchanged in people’s minds. Yet the central tenet survives, as survival is the result of natural selection But with added components as Understanding expands as to what is meant by surviving and survival. To inherit the coils of love’s message is to survive. VI Can Mr Darwin explain? Perhaps is not a whole question In the same sense that answers depend on The question asked and who is asking. The truths that questions seek to answer The truths of love, beauty and heating systems Arise from answers to questions in different languages, And languages translate imperfectly from one to one As genes imperfectly translate proteins and therefore love in the Darwinian world of our dreams. Truth comes in different forms And Darwinian truth is true to the questions it addresses. But these are not the only questions of why we are, Who we are, what we are Who, what, why are we? Questions past and future asked in the present For all eternity. Christmas (25th-28th) 2012 David Applin Copyright David Applin 2015
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Mr Darwin, please explain
Mr Darwin, please explain Reading TS Eliot is to be drawn into timeless space where images of past and future combine in a continuous stream of thinking …. perhaps the immortality of ideas. The genetic material of life, DNA, is immortal, an unbroken thread linking life’s origins 4 billion years ago to the present ….. and future. Sequence upon sequence of symbolic letters encoding countless forms of bodies, built to the same principles inherent in the genetic code, yet morphing in endless variety according to the tenets of natural selection ….. Darwin’s idea that transformed our thinking from a moment of purposeful creation to how life changes through time. Cosmologists suggest we live in one of many possible universes perhaps in parallel time allowing parallel lives, one not knowing of the other’s existence because of the limitations of our three dimensional view of the world and its existence in the cosmos. We see in three dimensions and no more, but we are aware of more because mathematics tells us so. Mr Darwin, please explain explores the seamless continuity of Darwinian thinking with the timelessness of Eliot’s poetry….. I In my beginning is my end …. V In my end is my beginning. (East Coker, Four Quartets, TS Eliot) Mr Darwin, please explain I What is this selection of love so natural To drive men insane and women to purgatory Can Mr Darwin explain? Some ask the question But I doubt not, that his meaning is clear Why love one to one remains so dear, Though Karl denied it, Lenin too And Uncle Joe dismissed it As a plot to subvert what was good for the proletariat. But in that recent time when Hitler’s darkness shadowed The Earth Love glowed in the gloom of the despair of nations’ Terezíns Which to-day helps to repair our broken dreams Of why we love one to one. Keats loved one ***** Brawne And Coleridge his Asra But what is ecstasy’s advantage? When comes the pain of separation Mr Darwin, please explain. Is it lust, is it reproduction? But then when love is thwarted We cannot function, Where is the advantage Mr D --- what is the aim, can you explain? How the coiled spiral passing from time to time Its immortal message which condemns each generation To the pain of separation When the reaper calls, or the rival sunders The coils of love’s message we’ve inherited Since the beginning of time Why? What is the advantage? Mr D, please tell me your answer. The whales they sing one to one Like Eliot’s mermaids singing Not to Prufrock but perhaps to you and me The message of communication. Is this love as one to one Each supports another wounded By the enormity of the harpoon? The dictator’s message in another form Devoid of love, sundered, never whole Coming from that Terezín we never solve. Dysfunctional Mr D, where’s the advantage For such conflicting feelings to evolve? David Applin March 2012 II Genes are the immortal ones The links between past and future But ever present Unintentionally directing the future and fate of humankind. Silent, unobserved yet Gods of their domain Which is us and life past and future Coiled threads of eternity that determine our happenings Including our loving one to one. Yet …. In their entirety and interaction Do they, in their interaction Determine our loving one to one? The bond that binds each to each Perpetual celebration. Or …. Is their selfish blindness which some accord to be Inconsequential Like boats tossed helplessly on storm driven seas Subject to the whims of wind and rain No more than replicators housed in vehicles Subject only to the chances of a changing world. III Bodies are vehicles, genes the replicators Bodies and genes indivisible At least in the present But separated as bodies die after Genes have passed to their immortal future. Perhaps this is what is meant when they say That the gene is selfish. Accommodated in the selfless body at a particular time But then discarded as genes pass its immortality From past to future Changes slow, quick depending on stasis or acceleration According to Darwinian tenets that enfold the changes In genes and therefore bodies Through all time. IV Cycle upon cycle of genes and bodies One perpetual, the other discarded each generation By the unseen hand of an uncaring Nature. Our nature, all nature, the beauty of sunsets Driven by the mechanical clocks of cosmic cycles. Yet Relative to other Dimensions where What we see, we do not see Because of the profound limitations Of three dimensions. We see only dimly what might be past And what could be future As we struggle in the presence of tautological explanation. Body and gene, gene and body the temporary and perpetual Bound in the dance of a living presence The one ensuring the other’s future For all time. Circle upon circle, tautological argument Explaining everything and nothing but all powerful In its reductionism of humankind And life kind as whales support the one Wounded by the enormity of the harpoon Loosed by the bodies of genes Storm tossed and directionless When thinking that others’ bodies Can be discarded without thought or thinking Perpetual damnation. Tautomeric interaction. We say the same thing in different ways, Recycled ideas that parody the twenty different plots of novels That return to the same point, Come back to the common question Why do we love one to one? People ask…. ‘Can Mr Darwin explain?’ Perhaps not through bodies and genes But instead, understanding the epistasis of genes and where we live. We live in this world because of our past As genes dance to the chance of environmental shifts The whims of wind and rain, sea and wave That blow and toss the genes In their bodies, in random patterns, Some sinking, others floating Not always by chance But because they float and fight Yielding to the pressures of an uncaring nature. Like soft down yielding to the thud of falling bodies Softening their impact. So to yield as well as fight Is part of the selection of one by another In the perpetual Celebration of loving one to one. We yield to the blandishments of the soft embrace We fight to attain it And once attained, what we do is all we do To keep a hold on what we love Only to lose it to the grim reaper of all our dreams In this present world, But to regain it in worlds to come The link between past and future For immortal genes Of transitory bodies which is how We think and see our presence In time without end. V General relativity and quantum mechanics The combination of infinity and the very small Do not replace the Newtonian meaning of the day to day. Just, that Newton is displaced to another time and place Where description is precise but with uncertainty according to Heisenberg. To be certain is to fix ideas in time Like natural selection in the Darwinian mind To be propitiated without exception, else suffer extinction of self And of all that matters to self and others Sacrificed on the alter to propitiate the Gods of our certainty. That is not to say that an idea cannot be fixed in time That its central tenet is not true for eternity. But truth is relative and uncertain To be strengthened or cast aside By better truths or developments of the same. Our understanding expands with time But often returns to something that was said before And said again as if it were newly minted In the mind of its creator To become dogma And as all dogmas The truth unchanged in people’s minds. Yet the central tenet survives, as survival is the result of natural selection But with added components as Understanding expands as to what is meant by surviving and survival. To inherit the coils of love’s message is to survive. VI Can Mr Darwin explain? Perhaps is not a whole question In the same sense that answers depend on The question asked and who is asking. The truths that questions seek to answer The truths of love, beauty and heating systems Arise from answers to questions in different languages, And languages translate imperfectly from one to one As genes imperfectly translate proteins and therefore love in the Darwinian world of our dreams. Truth comes in different forms And Darwinian truth is true to the questions it addresses. But these are not the only questions of why we are, Who we are, what we are Who, what, why are we? Questions past and future asked in the present For all eternity. Christmas (25th-28th) 2012 David Applin Copyright David Applin 2015
......the rest of the poem as promised when the first part was posted May 2015. Another poem from the collection 'Letters to Anotherself'
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