Heredity

Family from Czechoslovakia. All members now in afterlife.

Landlocked Country of Slovakia
Family from Czechoslovakia. All members now in afterlife.
Landlocked Country of Slovakia
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Advancements in technology aim to create more efficient, organized, and sustainable systems, pushing back against the natural tendency of systems to degrade over time.
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The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they seemed to become with it, and with themselves as well.
They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness & power & beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier for them to see that something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow.
When the world was in darkness & wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and yearn for it.
But when the world became bright with reason & riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle’s eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn.
Well, they were going to destroy it again, were they – this garden Earth, civilized & knowing, to be torn apart again that Man might hope again in wretched darkness.
A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)
Cells in embryos make their way across a steep “developmental landscape” to their eventual fate.
Embryonic cells continuously monitor their changing surroundings and make small corrective adjustments, optimizing as development proceeds, locking in on their planned identity relatively late.
Processing positional information makes genes variously switch on and off throughout the embryo, giving cells distinct identities based on their location. (Some cells unfortunately take the wrong paths and are unable to get back on track.)
All the information is there in the landscape and processing that information effectively may be the phenomenon that makes a bunch of loosely stuck-together atoms behave like the thing we call life.
Had I been like a man living in a wood from which he knows there is no exit, I could have lived; but I was like one lost in a wood who, horrified at having lost his way, rushes about wishing to find the road.”
-Leo Tolstoy