Friday, October 31, 2008

Miracle of Life

Look at the beauty of the fold of the rose petals or the perfect geometry of the Nautilus shell in the accompanying picture. There is a mathematical precision. Most of these spirals we see in nature follow what is known as the Fibonacci spiral based on the discovery of the mathematical series by an Italian monk called Leonardo Fibonacci in the twelfth century.

We are discovering that creation is full of precision that defies reason. This is the reason why Darwin’s theory of natural selection is facing increasing pressure and we are now looking at a scenario where we see an implicate order at work. After David Bohm, who came up with this concept in explaining the principle behind perceived reality as emanation from implicate order, many others have followed this line of thinking in other fields of science such as Biology. One scientist who has used this concept in plant biology is Dr. Rupert Sheldrake of Cambridge University.

Recent discoveries have pointed out the extreme complexity of the human species. We are made up of nearly 100 trillion cells, more than the stars in the Milky Way galaxy. Each cell is a living organism of high complexity. 10 million cells die and regenerate every second of our life. Skin cells live only for two weeks and bone cells live for three months. Every ninety seconds millions of antibodies are synthesized, each from about twelve hundred amino acids.

We are not just flesh and bones but a highly evolved system whose order is mind boggling.
We are a walking miracle and this is resonated in Aurobindo’s poem:

My breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream;
It fills my members with a might divine:
I have drunk the Infinite like a giant’s wine,
Time is my drama or my pageant dream.
Now are my illumined cells joy’s flaming scheme
And changed my thrilled and branching nerves to fine
Channels of rapture opal and hyaline
For the flux of the unknown and the supreme
I am no more a vassal of the flesh,
A slave to nature and her leaden rule;
I am caught no more in the senses’ narrow mesh.
My soul unhorizoned widens to measureless sight,
My body is God’s happy living tool,
My spirit a vast sun of deathless light.

Love to you all

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