One of my former students posted this on her blog today. It made my heart sing. She always does that.
Today I opened a strand of DNA And watched it unfurl in a ladder of limitless possibilities And I wondered why such a miraculous cosmic orchestration of atoms and energy Is used to knit together the molecules Of one confused girl in Eeyore pajamas Wondering whether she has eaten too much chocolate And waiting for her man to call. Seriously, it seems excessive, Like using Bach as a composer for an orchestra of kazoos.
The almost unbelievably unbounded complexity of life, the energy of the stars, the mitochondria and the galaxies, Swirling around me, creating me— and for what? So I can burn my sandwich in the toaster oven? So I can forget to charge my iPhone? So I can mourn the cancellation of the pumpkin-flavored latte?
Is that why you created me, God So I could do those things? It seems like a lot of effort to very little purpose
Or maybe you created me so I could feel wistful When I hear the panhandler who plays those haunting pipes Beside the Montgomery street subway entrance, Or maybe you created me to be there for certain very specific people Who wouldn’t be the same without me, Or maybe you imbued me with consciousness because The universe needed to be noticed And admired Like a secret Too good Not to share