The Cracked Acorn: Pigs with Wings

“The time has come,” the walrus said,  “To talk of many things: of shoes – and ships – and ceiling wax – And whether pigs have wings.”

Lewis Carroll was before his time, and if he lived today, he could be a NASA scientist or a University professor.

You may have missed, slept through, or really don’t care too much about the past hubbub over evolution and thought there wasn’t a bone left to carbon date and breathed a sigh of relief that for the moment, all is quiet on the “monkey front.”

But now researchers at the University of California/Berkley and NASA scientists are paired off in the latest near-Earth object (NEO) debate. Did life originate from collisions of past asteroids or from stardust gathered by passing comets? Could biological life have arrived from spores hitchhiking on the back of comets, or did meteorites leave us with the basic building blocks of proteins – the amino acids? ( Several long and exhaustive papers based on this theory have been written to support this latest idea of “Where did I come from?”.)

To quote a Jet Propulsion Lab astronomer, “Toxic gases streaming from a comet’s ink-black surface are the building blocks of life – from bacteria on up to us…”.

I have always known where life came from !!

IN THE BEGINNING, GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH, AND THE EARTH WAS VOID AND WITHOUT SHAPE.   Genesis 1:1,2

WHEN I CONSIDER THY HEAVENS, THE WORK OF THY FINGERS, WHAT IS MAN,  THAT THOU ART MINDFUL OF HIM?  Psalm 8:3,4

“And thou, serenest moon, that with such holy face,
Dost look upon the earth asleep in night’s embrace;

Tell me, in all thy round, hast thou not seen some spot,
Where miserable man might find a happier lot?

Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded, “No.”

Tell me, my sacred soul, oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place trom sorrow, sin and death?

Is there no happy spot where mortals may be blest,
Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest?

Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortal given,
Waved their bright wings, and whispered, “Yes, in Heav’n.”

– by Charles Mackay, 1888