Evolution has always been the plan


Another video lesson, another sketch



Let’s take a break from navel-gazing. The sun is shining. My granddaughters are coming to see us today. This weekend we’re going with my daughter’s family to the orchid show at the arboretum. I went there a couple of years ago with my sister and brother and sister-in-law. It was like walking onto another planet, one a of color and harmony. The grey skies and cold were outside, inside the air was warm and thick with unshed rain, a jungle-dream of Life’s astounding fecundity.
 
Some people are offended at the idea of evolution but I think it’s a marvelous thing. I love the idea that we, as the top sentient beings on the planet, could have developed with four arms, a face full of eyes, or no eyes at all—how sad. We could be amphibians! Have wings as babies that we only shed as our proportional weight increased. Oh, evolution is not anti-God, it’s pro-creative, it’s art, it’s wonder.

I tell my grandkids all the time: we’re artists, we’re meant to create, to find the beauty in the mundane, to explore, to spelunk both metaphorically and literally. Evolution is change. Life is change. Nothing will ever be exactly like it is today. Hop on board. Get living. Get changing. 


 

 

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