Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
ASTEROID AND ONION SKINS
ASTEROIDS AND ONION SKINS
Peeling the onion of myself is like peeling away husky onion skins.
I sense that there is really not much greater mystery, conundrum, in the nature of the onion, than is within me. Nor within me is there any greater, mystery, conundrum, than the onion. After all, it automatically obeys the divine synchrony of laws, forces, influences that we latterly 'humans' must infer, deduce, intuit, discern in life on earth in order to be equal to the onion, grape, leaf.
Even the name "man" may not be aptly , accurately, describing what I am, what we are. Just by our being able to wonder, to ponder, imagine, surely does not means that we are more than onions , grapes, leaves, lions, tigers, bears, and microbes.
No greater physics, mathematics, engineering, biology, hydrology, ecology, zoology, artistry, music, phenomena exists upon the earth than man! We followed the husks that covered the earth after the 66 million year old asteroid catalyzed the earth obliterating 99% of its life; causing instability-extinction of dinosaurs, onions, even those who obeyed by instinct This we know as a fact , no longer theory; no idle speculation. Science has found the fried petrified frizzled fish frames!
So whether one wrangles with the notions of ascent or the descent of man, the fact of the mere existence of man, the presence of each man, is marvelous enough by any name, by any sequel. When there was no possibility of "sin" , upon the earth; no Adam, no Eve, no serpent, no Bible, Quran, ancient civilizations , no language, no humans , no gods, no metaphors , no apostrophes , no fiction, nothing but life, there was mass destruction, extinction, and resurgence as man and as woman, as extraordinarily, as mysteriously .

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/04/08/the-day-the-dinosaurs-died?fbclid=IwAR0sieOeznvgeH8p1OqDpH-e15Bi9tn41rz8lLCA-tXu_eHMBOWgavfNYXM