Intelligent design is mamma nature’s cool improv.

 

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In the grand composition from amoeba to man,
big mama nature improvises like a jazzman playing his riff.
A jazzman flows with the notes, taps out rhythms,
yet varies that first fugal theme,
by blowing a horn, fingering a keyboard, strumming on strings,
and always on the fly.
Jazzwoman nature also swings in a forever present tense,
playing on flesh and bone rather than bongos and vibes
but striking chords just as hip
and recalling only enough past to play the current phrase
without wondering how or when the coda will sound
in this upbeat, downbeat, longest earthly gig ever.