Selection

 "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything." ~Mark Twain

As the brain evolves, nature selects forgetfulness.
Those of us born too stupid to remember much

about the past, those of us who mutate toward 
the irrepressible song of the present moment,

like witless thrushes anciently feathered
for a dance, survive, the chosen, favored

by love too vast for any plan, trilling to the sky that
random unremembered melody of the first day....

                  

The Swainson's Thrush has finally returned from exile to the Church of My Back Yard,
where it sings all day and into the night. I am so grateful for this miracle. Did you know
that birds are one of evolution's oldest direct lineages on earth, the creatures directly
related to the dinosaurs? Those who imagine that the theory of evolution and belief
in God are antithetical should wake up to this sound and realize that the process of natural
selection, and God's supreme spontaneous all-unknowing Attention Deficit Divine-order,
are one and the same.

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