Two
roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And
be one traveler, long I stood
And
looked down one as far as I could
To
where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then
took the other, as just as fair,
And
having perhaps the better claim,
Because
it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though
as for that the passing there
Had
worn them really about the same,
And
both that morning equally lay
In
leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,
I kept the first for another day!
Yet
knowing how way leads on to way,
I
doubted if I should ever come back.
I
shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere
ages and ages hence:
Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I
took the one less traveled by
And
that has made all the difference.
Unlike
Frost’s poem, the two roads we are faced with look very unequal
even before we take the first step on either of them. Again,
beginning with our vantage point at the start of the twenty-first
century, we can say that one of these roads really is well-worn,
although there do remain many thickets and tangles and vines and
thorns to be waded through; while the other, superficially the more
straightforward of the two, is actually much more mired in
undergrowth and mystery, one on which many faltering first steps have
been made or attempted still with no clear path in sight. That
seemingly-clearer road is the problem of the origins of life; a
surprise only as long as we overlook the one, real, overwhelming
obstacle in our path: which is that, however it happened, it did so
either billions of years ago on this planet, or trillions of miles
away on other possible worlds as discussed in chapter two, and then
transported here; either of which leaves us exceedingly short of
useful data upon which we can build testable theories. Both of which
leave us prey to the purveyors of miracles, a shortage of which is
seemingly never found; as long as, however, we forget that if
miracles are answers, then science would never have explained
anything, and curiosity and imagination would be pointless. Even if
we do never solve some particular problem, this is no cause for
capitulation; we are, after all, mere human beings with human
abilities, and it shouldn’t surprise anyone that some questions
remain forever unanswered, no matter how much of those abilities are
applied to them for how long. It is quite possible that the origin
of life, or its different possible origins, remains a nut we never
quite crack. Disappointing as that would be, it is no cause for
dismay or futility or some kind of existential malaise; besides
which, we will no doubt discover many amazing things in our endeavors
to solve this problem. Indeed, this has already happened, with
examples of amazing self-organizing complexity in various chemical
systems being the most obvious examples. This is actually one of the
most amazing things about science, at least as I have experienced it:
that our attempts to hammer out a solution to one problem ends up
leading us completely unexpected paths, stumbling upon unknown veins
of gold.
* * *
The
problem of the origin(s) of life is a fascinating and of course
commanding one, one in which many books can and have been written on
and which careers have been dedicated to. However, I have
deliberately chosen to leave it out of this book because meandering
down so long a path with so many thickets and brambles is likely to
end up with ourselves just scratching ourselves all over, and mending
and binding the many wounds which we will receive, with no clear end
in sight as our reward. Actually, even Darwin himself knew this. In
all his tomes on evolution, he persistently avoids and evades the
question of life’s origins, leaving it in backwaters to be treaded
by the minds that were to come after him. If possible, he doesn’t
even mention or allude to it. He had the foresight and, in our
hindsight, the wisdom, to know that mucking around in those waters
would only muddy the tale he was bent on weaving, a tale with enough
problems of its own. Fittingly, it is a problem he only alights upon
to let us know that he too will have nothing of the supernatural in
solving it. Just as Newton was wise enough to know to let the cause
of the gravity he so deftly described be a problem left to his
successors, so Darwin also avoids this slippery trap and leaves the
question of origins to minds to come after him.
There
is one last point I would like to make here. It was well accepted by
the late eighteen hundreds that one of the most important
characteristics of livings things today is that all of them had
parents, of one form or another. That fact, so obvious to us now,
was finally nailed down by Louis Pasteur in a series of famous
experiments, thereby separating the problem of biology into its two
great sub-problems, its origins and its subsequent evolution. What
Pasteur showed was that wherever even the simplest of living things
came from, whether they be mice or maggots, they didn’t just burst
into existence out of inorganic or simple organic beginnings. No,
all of them, without exception, were begat in some manner; moms and
dads, or at least a parent of some sort, were involved, even if no
one knew in any detail how the begetting was done. You could breed
billions of bacteria from one bacterium, but not a one from zero,
however hard you tried. That clear and indisputable truth was a
beginning into everything the twentieth century contributed about the
fundamentals of biology: Everything comes from something, nothing
comes from nothing. At least not on this planet, at this point in
its history.
* * *
It
would appear that we at least have a beginning here in our wonderings
about ourselves, about life, that we can summarize. A quartet of
beginnings, actually. First is that it displays levels of
complexity, organization, and seeming purpose which would appear to
defy explanation. Second, at its most fundamental level, life and
its origins are based on nothing more than physics and chemistry,
most crucially on the amazing properties of that amazing element
carbon, although a plethora of other elements play essential roles as
well. In addition, we and our ancestors all share a common
biochemistry, a biochemistry built on DNA, proteins, and so forth,
and have certainly done so going back a good three billion plus years
in Earth’s history.
The
third beginning is an inevitable consequence of the first two, that
of procreation being the only way nature has now of producing new
organisms, from bacteria to human beings, that living things are
simply too complicated and organized to assemble by chance. Not only
that, but offspring resemble their parent(s) (although, of course
this is not always immediately obvious, as we all know from the
example of a caterpillar hatching from a butterfly’s egg), a
resemblance which will be passed on to future generations, albeit
with occasional mutations.
As
for the fourth beginning, evolution, that it occurs and has been
occurring for a vastly long time, that it explains the many forms and
functions and niches life has found on our world, and that, most
importantly, we possess the fundamental understanding of how and why
it occurs, underlays biology just as physics underlays chemistry and
mathematics underlays physics. Furthermore, just as our third
beginning derived from its predecessors, the fourth emerges
inevitably from the third. It is the beginning that took two English
naturalists, Charles Darwin and Alfred Russell Wallace, and these
Victorian gentlemen’s elegant and brilliant reasoning which derive
from the observation of two natural phenomena: the inheritance of
physical and behavioral traits from parent to offspring, and
competition for scarce resources among those offspring to survive and
repeat the process: natural selection. What to me makes their
accomplishments all the more remarkable is that how heredity works
was something neither man had a clear concept of (even though this
was the same time that Gregor Mendel was doing his experiments with
peas which would have helped both of them immensely – experiments
which remained in obscurity until the early 1900s); indeed, some of
Darwin’s concepts in this field actually made his theory harder to
defend. Still, they convinced the scientific establishment of their
day within a short period of time.
* * *
It
is natural selection and random mutation that have conspired together
over millions of years to wire our brains into the relentless
curious, pattern hunting, story weaving machines I spoke of in
chapter one. This unconscious conspiracy has been so successful that
we imagine that we see people and animals among the stars and, if
like most of us who have ever lived do not know better, believe tales
of how they came to be there. It is also of course one of the main
wellsprings of all art and literature, from the Mona Lisa and War and
Peace to the Campbell’s soup label and idle gossip. It is,
ironically, the reason that I used the word conspiracy and all it
implies without a second thought, and probably the reason you may not
have questioned my doing so.
The
obvious downside to this marvelous, compelling faculty of our brains
is that the patterns and stories are often unsuspicious products of
it. When this happens, then they, like magic, only sidetrack and
mislead us too, perhaps disastrously so. In fact, neither our brains
nor the rest of our bodies are the culmination of any kind of
conspiracy, but only one of many possible, logical outcomes of
nature’s blind laws.
So
we tread carefully when we look at the universe about and within us
and try to make sense of its workings and history. Each step has the
potential to take us either into deeper understanding or shallower
error. If we place too much trust in this part of what nature has
wired into us, we seriously risk the latter. We must always be
prepared to pull back to reexamine what we think we see, to be
skeptical, to consider other possibilities, and to use another gift
we have been given by those same blind laws, that of our ability to
reason. If we tread the path carefully enough, our prospects for
success, I believe, are promising.
Why
do I begin a discussion of evolution this way? The best answer I can
offer is to return to the beginning of this chapter: “One of
themes of this book is that if we are to satisfy our curiosity about
the universe around us, we will need to use our imaginations, because
the universe as we perceive it simply doesn’t get us very far.”
Yet
imagination stripped of pattern seeking and story telling would be a
moribund faculty of our minds, if indeed our minds could have it at
all. It surely would be nowhere close to the task of fleshing out
and filling in our understanding of things. Not that it would it
matter though for our curiosity would be almost severely crippled as
well, probably to no more than an animal instinct serving few goals
greater than finding food and mates and avoiding predators.
Nowhere
is this shown better than in the work on the structure and workings
of the DNA molecule, the beating heart of heredity, a heart that,
perhaps more than anything else science has discovered before or
since, would never have been found without that combination of
imagination, pattern seeking and story telling, skepticism, and
reason which make us such unique organisms that we may indeed be
alone (although I hope not) in the universe.
As
with so many other parts of my scientific education, I was first
exposed to DNA and its workings one of the Time-Life books (or maybe
it was one of Isaac Asimov’s many books on science). I was then
too young to understand it in much detail, but I do recall being
profoundly impressed with how important it was to all life on this
planet, and at least the rudiments of why. The deeper comprehension
was something that has taken a fair part of my life to even begin to
grasp, and even today I know that comprehension is nowhere near as
deep as it could be – not that I feel embarrassed or ashamed about
that for even the most brilliant minds in the world have spent both
this and a large part of the last century yet still have many
mysteries arrayed against them.
* * *
I
cannot resist a recapitulation here. It has been almost six months
since I took the stroll through Pennypack Park I described earlier in
this chapter, but right now, thinking of these issues, I find myself
irresistibly drawn back to that day. Doing so, I find that my senses
are as enthralled now as they were then. Once again I see and hear
and smell the many living things surrounding me, almost making me
feel as though I have been transported to some kind of paradise. For
here I am, surrounded by the oaks and the maples and the sycamores
and occasional pine trees, and admittedly many others I do not
recognize. The branches and twigs of bushes, both low and high,
brush against my body, and my shoes swish over the uncut grass.
Birds circle in the air, dart between the trees, then settle on their
branches and study the world around them. If I close my eyes, not
only do I hear their many languages, I am greeted by a cacophony of
other noises: insects of all kinds, the rustling of just opening
leaves in the spring breeze, the splashing of fish breaking the
surface of the still cold water, the dabbling and occasional quacking
of ducks, the distant, patient calls of bull frogs toward potential
mates, the scratching of squirrels racing up and down the trees, and
others which I cannot with any certainty place or, to be honest,
remember now. I am also of course aware of the humans around me and
their myriad tongues with their myriad emotions and hopes, not to
mention the clopping of those fortunate enough to be riding horses.
Dogs bark from time to time, also reminding me of our presence.
Opening my eyes again, I look for the other, more silent or better
concealed creatures I know to be about, from mice and ground hogs and
snakes, to ones like skunks, raccoons, opossums, and others that only
come out at night. I see no deer, but don’t doubt they are about,
that it is only a matter of time and attention. Stroking my fingers
on a stone wall I feel the velvet of new moss against my fingertips.
It is too early for mushrooms and most other fungi, but they too hide
in dark places, waiting for warmer weather and longer days to coax
them out. The insects I heard swirl around me now, and spiders lurk
in cracks in the stone walls or hang from fresh webs, waiting for
victims. Taking it all in, it is difficult to imagine how nature
could have been more creative in her choice of forms and functions
for her productions. Humans have nowhere near such power, and
perhaps never will.
Yet
I have only just brushed up against the most amazing thing about all
this splendor. Which is that, were we to take samples of all of it,
and place it under an instrument powerful enough to see that deeply
into the structure of life, they would all reveal the spirals of DNA
at the very core of their beings, spirals which account for that
amazing creativity. In no case would the spirals be exactly the same
– they would differ in their lengths and, in most places, their
specific nucleotide sequences – but the similarities would vastly
outweigh the differences in even the most distantly related
organisms. Walking through the park, we are inescapably aware of the
diversity which infinitely impresses us, yet it is only when we look
closer, much closer, do we see – probably the most profound paradox
of life on this world – the foundation which is shared by all of
it.
Which
is why of course I began by speaking of patterns and stories, and the
double-edged sword in our minds which compels us to see and create
them. If you will recall the beginning of this chapter, I dared the
reader to define what life actually is, and gave some examples of how
our forebears answered it. The important point about our forebears
is that the answers they did come up, as persuasive as they were to
them, could not have been more mistaken. The patterns they perceived
in life, and the stories they told to explain them and their origins,
however compelling and reasonable they seemed at the time, have
turned out to be wrong, dead wrong, in retrospect absurdly wrong.
What accounts for all living things is the laws of physics and
chemistry, working within the forces of evolution by natural
selection.
But
if we stop there we fail to appreciate the power of the other edge of
the sword. The discovery of DNA and the other molecules of heredity,
the probing into and teasing out how they work, would not have been
possible without our ability and willingness to use this edge as well
as all the other facets of imagination, in combination with the
hardest of scientific acumen. For what pattern in nature could be
more arresting than the DNA spiral? And what story could be more
captivating than the story that led to its discovery and unraveling –
except, perhaps, the story that DNA, and the millions of years it has
been evolving in so many directions, itself tells?
* * *
We
take it as common knowledge today that DNA (or, in some cases, its
brother molecule RNA) forms the hereditary basis for almost all
living things on this planet, but Darwin and Wallace died long before
it was discovered. Yet neither man could have failed to grasp the
power of this one molecule to fulfill its dual responsibilities as
the instruction set for both developing biological things and
maintaining so many of their essential functions. They would no
doubt have been equally impressed – no, elated – with its
additional ability to create new information via mutation,
information to be tested in the living, breathing, real world of life
and death. Natural selection could not have a greater ally.
I
have been emphasizing the almost incomprehensible complexity of
living things, but in describing DNA we are surprisingly impressed,
at least at first sight, by its simplicity. The simplicity is such
that Crick and Watson, who revealed its structure to the world a
little over fifty years ago (without, alas, giving Rosalind Franklin
her due credit), were able to deduce how it replicates itself –
something it must do every time a cell divides – without a single
additional observation or experiment to back their deduction up
(although they were rather cagey in how they mentioned it in their
paper). And although there are still much research to be done, we
have since that time been able to elucidate what DNA does and how it
does it with impressive detail.
Simplicity
does not mean lack of sophistication, however. DNA, comprised of two
strands of sugar phosphate backbones, twirled together and held that
way by pairs of small, interlocking “base pair” molecules, may
not sound promising as genetic material; it would probably not even
be the first choice of an engineer looking for an efficient molecule
for storing information. But remember the discussion earlier of the
power of the carbon atom to assemble stable molecules of very large
size. As large as, for example, the Hope diamond. The DNA contained
in chromosome one of the forty-six chromosomes of a single cell of
your body would, if teased out to its full length, be approximately
three inches long and contain over two hundred million base pairs (I
can’t resist the calculation that if all the DNA in all our cells
were laid end to end, they would stretch from here to the moon and
back some twelve thousand times!). Given that the four bases can
have any potential sequence, yielding 4200000000
or over 10100000000
possible arrangements in just that one chromosome, perhaps our
engineer should take a second look. Incidentally, don’t try: that
is a number no amount of imagination will make real in your mind;
even all the atoms in the entire known universe only sum up to less
than a paltry 1080.
Actually,
on third thought, if anything we seem to be dealing with such an
overkill of information storage capacity that we wonder why nature
chose to employ DNA at all. Would wonder, that is, if nature truly
were an intelligent engineer that could choose anything.
So
DNA, its deceptive initial simplicity aside, is easily – way easily
– more than up to the task of encoding all the information needed
to create and maintain not only ourselves, but also any living
organism we can conceive of, however strange and wondrous; more than
all the organisms that have ever lived on this planet, or might live
in the future. Or that might have or will live anywhere else in our
universe, assuming they use DNA as their genetic code. Or in a
billion billion universes (if they exist) spanning a billion billion
years.
Information
… but of what nature? And how is it encoded in the DNA spiral?
And how does our biological machinery and processes extract it, and
turn it into the raw material of our beings? And how has it allowed
the combination of random mutation and natural selection to drive
life from its simplest beginnings over three billion years ago to the
incredible diversity of much more complex forms, including ourselves,
that we see today – a diversity my walk through Pennypack Park only
revealed only the tiniest fraction of?
It
is time to talk about protein.
* * *
Here
is a subject we are all at least somewhat familiar with. Who doesn’t
remember as a child being cajoled, coaxed, and badgered into making
sure we ate enough protein to grow strong and tall? Go into any
health food store and you will find rows of large containers of
protein supplements, each promising to build stronger muscles in
absurdly short times.
Proteins
are large organic molecules (though nowhere near as large as DNA)
which, when we consume them, are broken down by digestive processes
into small molecular units called amino acids. There are some twenty
kinds of amino acids in living things, and different combinations and
numbers of them link together to make all the proteins nature
produces. Having broken down the proteins we eat, we then reassemble
the freed amino acids to construct the many new different proteins
our own bodies need. And our bodies need them for many different
purposes.
What
makes proteins so important and so versatile is the fact that they
are not merely random strings of amino acids, like glass beads on a
thread. Instead, because of the intramolecular forces in them, they
coil, wrap around each other, form plate-like structures, and then
fold up into specific, detailed shapes which are determined by their
specific sequences. That is why the glutinous, translucent “white”
of an egg becomes firm and truly white when we cook it, for heat, as
well as other physical and chemical assaults, unravels the globular
shape of the albumin proteins and make them lay flat against each
other.
The
myriad sizes and shapes of proteins are employed by bodies to perform
all kinds of functions. For example, proteins studding the surface
of a cell control the rate at which water and other molecules and
ions (electrically charged atoms and molecules) enter and leave.
They are employed in such diverse roles as construction material for
hair and nails and cartilage, and as essential components of
important biological molecules such as the hemoglobin in your blood,
which carries oxygen from your lungs to every cell in your body and
carries away the carbon dioxide waste to be exhaled. Numerous
different types are critical to cell metabolism, in particular those
that serve as enzymes, which catalyze chemical reactions in your
cells to produce other important molecules. The elasticity of
proteins in muscle cells allow those cells to expand and contract,
allowing your heart to beat and you to use your arms and legs. They
are also important in cell signaling and the proper functioning of
your immune system. Your parents were indeed wise to exhort you to
get enough of them in your diet, even if they did not know why.
Curiosity
ought to be provoking a question in your mind right about now.
Digestion breaks down the proteins we eat into their component amino
acids. The amino acids are then transported by the blood to all the
cells in the body. It is in our cells that all the proteins we
need are constructed. Yet proteins contain from hundreds to tens of
thousands of amino acids, all joined together in the specified orders
they require to perform their functions. The greatest engineer in
the world would be running out of his factory screaming if handed a
task this monumental. How do our cells handle it with such aplomb?
The
molecular machinery which assembles proteins in the cell is a subject
which, if I were an expert on it, I could easily fill the rest of
this chapter and more describing. Fortunately, I’m not an expert
on that particular topic, which means I can segue back to DNA without
further ado. The point in this discussion on proteins is that DNA is
the template which is used to build them. A gene is a section of DNA
serving as the template for a specific protein. More specifically,
the sequence of DNA bases determine the sequence of amino acids, the
correspondence between base and amino acid being three to one: each
amino acid corresponds to, is encoded by, three nucleotide bases in
succession. As there are four such bases, this gives us 4 × 4 × 4
= 64 possible amino acids we could code for, well more than the
twenty that are actually used in nature.
Actually,
this is worth elaborating on to some detail, due to another
digression I feel is worth making. If we represent the four
nucleotide bases in DNA, adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine, by
their initial letters, A, T, G, and C, we find that we have an
excellent “quaternary” coding system to work with. I use the
word quaternary here in the same way the word “binary” is used
when discussing computer code. When you run your favorite computer
program, or even much less than favorite program, the code your
computer is executing is essentially nothing more than a series of
(electronic) 0s and 1s. This series of 0s and 1s tell the computer’s
processing chip(s) and all the associated electronics and other
gizmos what to do (some of which you saw in chapter two); bear in
mind that with enough 0s and 1s we can create a computer program as
sophisticated as we like; if my understanding of computer science is
correct, given enough 0s and 1s we could create a program that
simulated the entire universe and its history, though whether this
universe includes the program and the computer it is running on is
still unclear to me.
The
three to one correspondence between bases and amino acids modifies
the coding system of DNA but does not alter the analogy with computer
programming code, an analogy I would like to continue with. It means
that if we were to read the amino acid sequence of a section of DNA
by “unzipping” it and looking at the base sequence, instead of
looking at it one base at a time we would have to read it in groups
of three: e. g., TTA, CAG, CTG, GCA, and so on, each group of three
coding for one acid. As noted, that is well more than enough for the
twenty amino acids nature uses in living things.
Computer
programming. Like one of the individuals who have inspired this
book, I too have had considerable experience in the field and so too
am drawn to the comparison of DNA to programming code. It is a
powerful and compelling comparison – the idea of DNA as digital
information, to be molded in any direction the blind but non-random
forces of evolution wield – has, for me at least, as much appeal to
imagination and useful insight as any other idea in biology over the
last quarter century or so. Now, with the digital age fully upon us,
the comparison, or analogy, is even more forceful to the mind.
Personally, as a (very) part-time science fiction writer it conjures
up images of artificial living beings, of synthetic organs and
tissues to prolong our lives, perhaps indefinitely, of expanding the
already impressive capacities of our brains with biochips, and even
such cybernetic ideas as an Internet composed of human minds directly
connected to and communicating with each other and with sentient
computers. Given that I honestly expect to see some of this happen
at least in my lifetime not to mention my children’s, the digital
view of biology is perhaps too
seductive.
* * *
After
everything I have said about imagination and our need to use it to
answer our questions about ourselves and our universe, the word
seductive alone ought to suggest I am about to pull back, at least
somewhat. So I am. Not that I don’t truly believe that many if
not all of the above mentioned wonders of coming technology will
happen someday. But the emphasis on the digital nature of DNA can
potentially mislead us as well as inform.
The
reason for this is that our digital DNA codes, serves as a template
for, the highly analog proteins that are the actual machinery of our
bodies. By analog I simply mean the opposite of digital: continuous
in change as opposed to changing in discrete steps. (A hopefully not
too outdated example of the difference would be the analog dial on
old radio sets which, as you turned it, changed the tuning of the
receiver continuously from one frequency to another, as opposed to
digital push-button radios today which jump instantly to a specific
frequency.) In calling proteins analog, I do not mean the sequence
of amino acids which comprise them; that is still as digital as DNA
in that an amino acid change in the sequence is discrete – you
can’t continuously change between one acid and another.
Hang
on, for I am getting to the reason for this digression. It is true
that the amino acid sequence in a protein is digital, but what
matters for proteins, what they do and how they work, is largely
their specific size and shape, qualities that usually can be varied
more or less continuously by changes in the amino acid sequence which
comprises them. That is, if we replace one amino acid in a protein
consisting of hundreds or thousands with another, the most likely
outcome is a small, perhaps even insignificant, change in its shape –
resulting in a proportionately tiny change in how the protein does
its job. For example, if the protein is an enzyme, a slight change
in its shape would cause the rate at which it catalyzes its specific
reaction to be somewhat faster or slower. Or if the protein controls
the rate at which a certain molecule or ion enters or leaves cells,
that could be modified slightly. Furthermore, additional amino acid
changes are likely to lead to similar small, cumulative changes in
the protein’s function.
Small,
cumulative changes. We are practically talking about the heart and
soul of Darwinian evolution. But what would cause these single amino
acid changes in a protein’s make-up? Recall that it is a
particular sequence of three consecutive nucleotide bases on DNA
which correspond to the amino acid at a particular location in a
protein. Any number of agents have the potential to alter, or
“mutate” a base in DNA: radiation and various kinds of chemical
assaults. Such mutations (there are others) even has a name: point
mutations. Point mutations are surprisingly common. Most are caught
and corrected by molecular machinery in the cell designed for the
purpose, but they occasionally slip through the defenses. In doing
so they can lead to the amino acid changes in proteins which often
(not always: sickle-cell anemia is caused by just such a single
change on one of the globin proteins in hemoglobin) cause those
proteins’ functioning to alter slightly, causing somewhat higher or
lower production of another chemical or modifying cell membrane
permeability to a molecule / ion, leading to … well, for example,
if the protein is involved in embryological development, a modest
change in the physiology or behavior of the organism. The point is,
when talking about natural selection, modest changes, such as those
that lead to slightly longer or shorter legs, have a better chance of
being advantageous than large changes, which are almost certain to be
disastrous. And given that changes can accumulate over geological
time, constantly being molded and “directed” by natural
selection, I hope it is by now clear that the entire edifice of DNA /
proteins / form and function, though completely unknown in Darwin’s
and Wallace’s time, could hardly have been better tailored to the
revolutionary ideas they unleashed upon the world.
* * *
Wondering
about ourselves is, of course, an endeavor that never ends, and no
such pretense will be made here. On the contrary, the territory
covered in this chapter is only a tiny fraction of the vast subject
of life, what it is and how it has come to be. Alas, curiosity
demands more, far more much more, than I could hope to deliver even
in an entire book, assuming I was well versed enough in the subject
for such an undertaking. But I do hope that certain basics about
life, in general, have been laid down: its utterly improbable
complexity, seeming design and purposefulness (what I have called
intentionality); the underlying chemistry, particularly of carbon,
that makes it possible (on our planet); the continuity, in that all
living organisms are in some way descended from a parent or parents,
going back to the beginnings of life on Earth some three and a half
or more billion years ago; the basics of Darwinian / Wallician
evolution, which explains how life today came from its much simpler
beginnings; and the interworkings of the tapestry of DNA with the
working machinery of proteins which are essential to both life’s
functioning and its evolution. I hope you feel that we have not made
a bad start.
But
there is another aspect to our self exploration, one that can’t be,
and won’t be, ignored. That is our wondering about ourselves as
individuals. How is it, each of us asks at least from time to time,
that I
came to be; what and why am I; what is my place and destiny, if any,
in the scheme of things, whatever that scheme is assuming; what does
it mean to be human and what else could I have been? The reason I
have excluded this aspect from this chapter is that the sciences that
answer it, if any, are necessarily more speculative, to the point
where it is questionable in many cases to call them sciences at all.
But that doesn’t stop our asking the questions. It doesn’t
quench our curiosity, or make it go away. And we can still use our
imaginations – gingerly, for we tread on unknown territories – in
our quest to come up with answers that just might make some degree of
sense. Or so we hope.