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One day away from “Darwin’s Paradox” launch at Amazon (and other bookstores around the world)…I’m kind of beside myself, looking on and whispering: “Hey! Comb your hair, girl!”…

Oh, in honor of the book, Karen Mason created the really neat widget of “Darwin’s Paradox” over to the right there. If you like the book, or what I write here, or just plain like “me” (embarrassed grin) … and want to support/advertize the book, please go ahead and put the widget on your site. I thank you so much for your support, dear reader.

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to relive it--Santavana

"...It was not possible for me to free you from the pain that you must now suffer on my account. How hard it must have been for our dear Savior when, through His sufferings and death, he had to prepare such a great sorrow for His Mother--and together they bore all of this out of great love for us sinners...And now your husband, son, son-in-law and brother-in-law greets you once more before his final journey. The heart of Jesus, the heart of Mary, and my heart are one in time and eternity..."--Franz

Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit
--Henry Adams (1838-1918)

Poiesis is a Greek term that means production; autopoiesis means auto-production. The term autopoiesis was originally conceived to characterize the nature of living systems. The eukaryotic cell, for example, is made of various biochemical components like nucleic acids and proteins, and is organized into bounded structures like the cell nucleus, organelles, a cell membrane and cytoskeleton.

It was over twelve years since she’d had a warm bath, Julie thought as she slid into the steaming water and shuddered with the tingling rush of awoken sensation. Unfortunately that also included her many cuts and scrapes, which stung sharply. As if the little injuries awoke the large one, her arm began to throb angrily under the bandage and the slightest movement sent a jagged shaft of intense pain splintering through her. She supposed that in actuality it was simply the mitigin wearing off, then she saw that blood and fluid had seeped through the bandage and felt a pulse of alarm. Trying to keep the arm out of the water, Julie washed her hair and body with her other hand, soaping herself in slow caressing motions, then rinsed.

They’d walked four days and Daniel felt his breaths drag through him like a hollow wind. “Slow down, Angel,” he called out, annoyed at her sprinting ahead of him like a white-tailed deer. He walked gingerly to keep his blisters from pinching his heels. “Isn’t it lunch time by now?” he said, stopping to catch his breath.

Angel was pulling his arm. "Dad, they took Mom!"

"What?" He turned to his distressed daughter from his workbench. Lately, she looked more like a scamp than a young girl, taken to wandering off to explore while he worked silently on projects with little meaning.

"I couldn't talk to her," she continued, her words rushing out like a turbulent brook, "because the insects played interference."

"The insects what?" She wasn't making any sense, he thought, realizing he was annoyed that she'd brought up her mother. He was trying his hardest, without much success, to forget her. Since Julie left them over a week ago, he'd sadly accepted that he'd probably never see her again and the loss opened up a huge, pulsing wound. The wound was healing, at least going numb, and here was Angel opening it up again.

From the page: "While visual beauty is wonderful, the beauty of a persons soul, mind, and heart are the greatest beauty there is...

There is nothing better than being associated with a person of great inner beauty, you just love to be in their company or their presence, or even in their essence, such as we are here in the Blog World...

So many beautiful souls gathered into the screens of the Web. How great is that? Each with a unique perspective, each with a cause, each with a passion for said cause, and, even for life itself.
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