Pondering the immensity of our bond with Earth carries us beyond Faith I-low love a wave apart from the ocean waving? Only in the context of the story of the Universe is Earth intelligible, so whatever love we feel for her extends naturally to the Universe as a whole, and to the magical dynamic conceiving and unfolding it across literally billions of years. The year-by-year blossoming of a human child that so rightly astounds and delights us mirrors nothing less than the blossoming of the very cosmos!
The scientific, necessarily inadequate, nomenclature for the magical dynamic, of course, is evolution, whose presence, power, and stupendous splendor have largely been lost to textbook abstraction and religious contention. How so very sad when the wonder of it is we are not only grounded in this Great Story but called to extend it! Could deeper ancestry, greater dignity, richer identity, loftier destiny be conceived?
Think of the poems and quotations in If A Child, Why Not A Cosmos? as lovesongs to Earth and evolution, hoping to coax from readers lovesongs of their own.
