Life is a mystery, they say. Is it? There’s an answer in verse.
God’s face is everywhere
His expression
My mother swelling with joy
remembering goofy things we did, decades before
He came to me in the wild grass
one Saturday morning in Pennsylvania
He shouted, “I am here,”
to wake me up.
In the end, it’s like Saul Bellow said,
That is the truth of it, God,
that we know, that we know
we know, we know.
There is no mystery.
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In the wake of controversy over the possible discovery of arsenic-eating life last week — a finding that could expand the bounds of what scientists think life is capable of — a basic question perhaps deserves revisiting:
Clara Moskowitz
Just what, exactly, is life?
“We don’t have a very good definition of life,” said researcher Christopher Voigt of the University of California, San Francisco, who works on synthetic biology. “It’s a very abstract thing, what we call life, and at what point we say something doesn’t have the necessary components versus it does, it just becomes way too murky.”
The question of what constitutes life has dogged scientists since the early days.
LiveScience
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