Okay, completely off topic from what I normally write about; but I had a chance to think today (yes, frightening isn't it?) while driving 60 miles home. As I was entering Lincoln, I noticed a black squirrel and it reminded me of a friend of mine who had one living in his tree a few years back that had a white ring around its tail. It was a very weird looking squirrel. I thought to myself, "Isn't it weird how its genetics not only made it black and white, but also made the pattern rather symmetrical and neatly placed at the end of his tail?" In my usual state of way-too-much-reflection I also realized that I, too, was the product of genetics and, in an odd way, what was going on was genetics appreciating the result of genetics (me appreciating the form of the squirrel).

I took it another step further and realized that, actually, genetics is a product of the laws of nature - and that I was nature appreciating nature - which is true in an odd, contrived fashion. The premise here is that when we look on nature and on the laws of things and notice how fascinating they are because they behave in certain ways, realize that our appreciation may simply be the result of the same thing which makes nature that way.

So, we look outside and appreciate the symmetry of, say, a snowflake; but what IS the the symmetry of the snowflake IS ALSO the producer of our appreciation of that same symmetry. Why is this important? To me this shaves away a bit of the mysiticism in regards to nature - the whole "there must be a creator for these things to happen" is somewhat nullified. The argument becomes somewhat cyclical.