“Homo sapiens [are] a tiny twig on an improbable branch of a contingent limb on a fortunate tree.”
— Stephen Jay Gould
I came across this quotation today, and it chimed in with my thinking about the recent near-apocalyptic disasters in our region. People ask “Why does God allow these things?” I reflect upon the sheer miracle that we exist at all. Here we sit, on a thin semi-solid crust floating upon a ball of molten rock, surrounded by a thin layer of atmosphere with enough oxygen to keep us alive, and then beyond that: nothing. More or less.
Leunig’s cartoon in The Age today (see his gallery here) has something to contribute also: