The Awe-Inspiring Beauty of Nature (let's call a truce).

I am routinely struck by intricacies in nature that I see as I go about my day. I am literally awed by many of the things that I observe or learn about. As awe-inspiring as our natural world is, I am convinced that it is only a shadow of the beauty and complexities of heaven, which are really only reflections of God Himself.

The Depression-era hobo of the desert Southwest, Everett Ruess, [thanks, Dustin, for bringing him to my attention--see Adventure magazine, from National Geographic, the April/May, 2009 issue] wrote to his brother from Southern Utah or Northern Arizona saying, "I've seen almost more beauty than I can stand." I don't think Everett--or anyone on earth--has seen the half of it.

And it's too bad, this enmity between people of faith and people of science. The Christian knows God but often understands poorly the many natural reflections of His glory; the scientist understands the creation, but often not the Creator. Perhaps some dialog between them--and some mutual respect!--would be of benefit to both sides. If the people of faith would quit trying to protect God from Science [He does not need the "help".]. And if scientists would quit trying to protect science from God, maybe more people could learn to see God in His greater glory, and appreciate nature for all that it is.

Where Geometry, Biology and Poetry Meet

Here is a little poem about lost love from Robert W. Service that should be a humerous brush-up in geometry (and biology) for you . . . enjoy.

Maternity

There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.

Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold Cube,
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in his breadth and height--
But how she adored his thickness!

So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle;
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot she has long forgot, And his passionate pretensions . . .
For she dotes on her kids--Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.

-- Robert W. Service (1874-1958)