Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Demeaning of Life...Chapter 2: Miracle Molecule

I’m re-posting chapters of my work-in-progress, The Demeaning of Life. Last winter, I did major re-writes and rearranged the order of a number of chapters. This one, about DNA, has not been significantly altered but I’m posting it again for the sake of continuity. Plus, it’s one of the most compelling accounts in the whole book. Read this, and the world will never look quite the same….


That morning, Watson and Crick knew, although still in mind only, the entire structure: it had emerged from the shadow of billions of years, absolute and simple, and was seen and understood for the first time. Twenty angstrom units in diameter, seventy billionths of an inch. Two chains twining coaxially…one up the other down, a complete turn of the screw in 34 angstroms. The bases flat in their pairs in the middle… a tenth of a revolution separating a pair from the one above or below…one groove up the outside narrow, the other wide. A melody for the eye of the intellect, with not a note wasted.
            
Horace Judson, The Eighth Day of Creation

Few things could better express this tendency of jadedness toward the natural world than how people regard DNA…and the entire subject of genetic inheritance.
Most people are at least vaguely aware of what DNA is; any high school student who has taken Biology 1A knows the gist of its story. College students learn a somewhat deeper account, still very much abbreviated. As for the entirety of the famed double helix’s astoundingly elaborate narrative: among geneticists and molecular biologists (even including educators in those fields), probably only a few are intimate with their area of interest down to its finest minutiae. Meanwhile, a multitude of able researchers resolutely work toward a goal of piecing together the final details and filling in a few gaps.
 Less than fifty years passed between the discovery of DNA and completion of the Human Genome Project—largest collaborative biological study in history. This colossal undertaking, bearing so much promise, fell short of generating the world-wide enthusiasm resulting from DNA’s discovery, despite plenty of media hoopla. Yes, times have changed, but it leaves me cold whenever I encounter this strange, distinctly blasé attitude (conveyed in speech or print) when the subject of “the miracle molecule” comes up. And what this has to say about our conception of life, our collective lack of imagination. No doubt this is partly the result of a shared cultural ennui together with DNA’s profound—even alien—nature. Some people profess to believe it is “just a chemical,”[1] just another molecule, albeit a very large one with some singular characteristics. Although DNA actually is just a chemical, nothing else is even remotely in its class. And not just in the realm of chemistry: nothing at all. DNA is absolutely beyond compare.
A quick review is in order. Prepare to be astonished.
Deoxyribonucleic acid, perhaps nature’s greatest innovation, is truly ancient. While almost universally assumed to have arisen from simpler precursors, DNA has likely changed hardly at all since life’s earliest days, so impeccably is it suited for its all-important role. Earth’s surface has been repeatedly transfigured, continents have come and gone, while this strange substance has persevered. Nothing on Earth has remained unaltered for anywhere near as long. Every individual molecule is uniquely different but identical forms of DNA reside inside every cell of all known organisms, with few exceptions.[2] Each strand has ties with the original in one unbroken hereditary chain. Though seldom acknowledged, DNA’s antiquity and continuity are statements of    tremendous import that color life’s entire story. 
The molecule is shaped like a continually twisting ladder composed of two  complementary strands. Both strands are uninterrupted chains of modular subunits known as nucleotides, each of which consists of a linked phosphate (PO) and ribose (a sugar, CHO) attached to another component called a base. Every nucleotide’s phosphate–ribose components form unvarying, identical subunits joined end-to-end to fashion the molecule’s two backbones (the ladder’s upright members). The base components, however, come in four varieties. Small, fairly simple molecules, they line each nucleotide chain in a variable sequence. The bases lie between the backbones, one from each side joined in the center by hydrogen bonds,[3] forming base pairs. In the ladder analogy, these pairings represent the rungs and their shapes and arrangement impart DNA’s twining configuration. Of critical importance: of the four bases (their chemical names by custom abbreviated T, A, C, and G), T can bind only with A, C only with G.
These bases, each with unique identities, comprise a four-letter genetic “alphabet” from which the genetic code is derived. (Genes are sequences of these “letters”[4] that are transcribed into coded instructions used to assemble ornately structured proteins—an exceptionally important class of molecules which, among their many roles, act as machines that perform a multitude of vital tasks.[5]) The two strands are complementary; during mitosis (the process of cellular division) they are physically separated and each half is used as a template to make a replica of the other.
Thus, once reconstructed, there are two copies (both identical to the original) and each daughter cell receives one. This is how genetic information is passed on; each cell bears all the information needed to construct an entire organism but most of that information is either never used or is “switched off” when not needed. In eukaryotes—life forms whose cells possess a membrane-bound nucleus where all genetic material resides—DNA is bundled into a number of discrete, paired packages called chromosomes. But in the unicellular prokaryotes (organisms such as bacteria) just one or two circular chromosomes float freely through each individual’s watery interior.
 Human cells each have 23 pairs of chromosomes (one set from both parents) for a  total of 46; the different pairs vary considerably in size depending on the quantities of DNA they contain. Also: different types of organisms have different numbers of chromosomes—a figure that can vary a great deal even in similar groups, with no obvious pattern. (For instance, the number in a single genus of ant, Myrmecia, ranges between two and 84 depending on the species.)
Consider these curious facts: In humans, if all the DNA contained in just one cell’s 46 chromosomes (by some estimates comprising around 200 billion atoms[6]) were stretched out and laid end-to-end to form a single strand, though only ten atoms wide it would be almost six feet long. In our bodies, each cell’s set of chromosomes contains an estimated 3 billion DNA nucleotide “letters”—all this compactly stored in its nucleus. Our bodies contain around 30 trillion cells, a figure that amounts to roughly 450 times Earth’s current human population.[7] Thus: if all one’s personal DNA were drawn out and laid end-to-end it would wrap around the equator [Drum roll, please!] well over one…million…times. Ladies and gentlemen! Pause for a moment and try to consider what these weird and wonderful things might signify. Keep in mind: all that DNA fits inside your body. It is inside you right now.
Normally, chromosomes are loose in the nucleus in the form of slender threads made up of the actual DNA molecules wrapped around spool-like structures called histones. These bundles are coiled tightly into chromatin fibers which, for the most part, float freely but are attached at many points to the nuclear membrane’s inner surface.  However, prior to replication they have to be isolated and further compacted. No simple matter, this is accomplished with the aid of an army of protein helper molecules. (Amazingly, there are some 4000 specific types of these assistants.) The cobweb-like array is detached from the nuclear membrane and the chromosomes twisted into tight coils. These twist into tight coils that coil yet again, resulting in a dense clump of genetic material. After replication and division, the process is reversed and the new chromosomes are unwound. But, before the chromosomes briefly take on their so-called “condensed” form (the plump “X” shape people are most familiar with) they have to be replicated.
The duplication process is staggering in its complexity and exacting coordination. Prior to mitosis the chromatin fibers are unwound, making them accessible to swarms of replicating enzymes. (Enzymes are special protein molecules that assist with reactions; more about them shortly.) There are numerous replication sites on each chromosome and the DNA is duplicated in short stretches that are detached and later rejoined. Replisomes, complexes of various protein machines involved with the duplication of the two strands after separation, work in paired teams. Around 100 pairs seize specific places on their chromosome and begin working in opposite directions, churning out new strands at the rate of 50 nucleotides per second. Each of the chromosomes are duplicated simultaneously; with thousands of replisomes operating throughout the nucleus, all the cell’s DNA can be replicated in about an hour.
A family of more than 30 types of enzymes is involved: helicases separate the two strands; DNA polymerases gather free-ranging nucleotides and place them in position. Topoisomerases “relax” the tightly coiled DNA and one type, gyrase, keeps the twisting strands from becoming hopelessly tangled by temporarily breaking them and allowing the kinks to unwind before rejoining them. While the two halves are divided they are highly reactive; to prevent them from being chemically attacked or re-attaching prematurely, single-strand binding proteins are called up to temporarily cap the exposed nucleotides. Ring-shaped clamp proteins form a sliding clamp around the DNA near the point where the two strands are separated to help the polymerase maintain firm contact with the section being replicated.
This is a mere sample of the players involved. As remarkable as it might seem, the entire, fantastically intricate extravaganza is understood in precise detail. And those details, in both number and kind, are almost beyond belief. (This limited description be-lies the true state of affairs.) What is not known, though, is how the whole performance is coordinated so seamlessly, how the strict sequences are timed and reaction rates controlled. And just how seldom things go wrong (especially compared to any human endeavor). A single mistake—just one—can be fatal for any cell. Or, if the error turns up in an egg or sperm cell, fatal to the organism’s offspring. That one slip-up could result in a defective gene, which might lead to the imprecise formation of a single type of protein, which in turn could result in something like type 1 diabetes or sickle cell anemia.
So: accuracy in the entire process is crucial. Suites of repair enzymes proofread the duplicated strands and mend damaged or incorrect sections. Robert Wesson writes:
“One set…monitors that the right amino acid is put in place; another set checks that the newly forming DNA corresponds to its template and cuts out and replaces defective sections; a third confirms the finished product,” in the case of E. coli making less than one error per billion letters. And just for a reminder that these efficient workers are complex machines and not little toy-molecules: one of the repair enzymes, composed of some thousands of atoms, is named phosphatidylinositol 3-kinase-related kinase.
Among its many astonishing properties are DNA’s surprising durability and chemical stability. Still, it is constantly being damaged due to various kinds of physical impairment, from oxidation by free radicals (highly reactive molecules and ions) or, in skin cells, exposure to ultraviolet light or X-rays. But thanks to teams of fix-it enzymes, the DNA of each individual cell can undergo repair from 10,000 to one million times per day, most of it successfully. Close to 170 specific varieties of enzymes are involved with different aspects of DNA repair (including the much different problems associated with sigle-strand repair as opposed to mending a double-strand break). The entire process is now recognized as being absolutely essential for the survival of all organisms. According to recent estimates, without these proofreading and repair systems, roughly 1% of bases would fail to be copied correctly—a quick and certain route to extinction.
Not bad…no, not too bad for something that is “just a chemical.” Bearing in mind that DNA is “only” a molecule, consider once more its bewildering sophistication: a lifeless aggregation of atoms that orders the construction of virtual armies of assistants; these helpers then unwind it, take it apart, and faithfully reattach these fragments after making sure they have been copied accurately. This, a consequence of the DNA having supplied another suite of elaborate protein machines with blueprints for the   assembly of all those helpers (together with furnishing instructions for the fabrication of the machines that built the machines.)
In addition, DNA fixes its own damaged parts and mistakes made while being rep…li…ca…ted. For some reason, incomprehensible to me, most people do not seem to think that self-assisted self-replication is too tall of an order for a mindless molecule.
And as for DNA’s role in the process of genetic inheritance: that equally remarkable saga will be delved into later. Suffice it to say, for now, that the tale shares the same qualities of neat efficiency and dazzling intricacy. Another extensive team of molecular players in backing roles help bring forth all its enormous potential.
Never overlook the fact that DNA is not only entirely passive but utterly useless without the help of its legion of confederates, each of them being equally essential. The miracle molecule is plainly not alive in any accepted usage of the word. But how can we continue to ignore the obvious? That in some sense DNA (along with the entire system-cum-process involving a host of assistants) is animated by the same quality—whatever it might be—that separates living from nonliving? At what point do these far-fetched molecular associations and interactions earn new biological status? Or, from a non-scientific point of view, at least a different sort of emotional response?
Viewing these matters through the lens of Natural Design provides a standpoint from which such wonders meld perfectly with the greater picture of what life is capable of. The double helix could be considered the ultimate expression of nature’s creativity. It did not simply “happen”—it was a necessity invented by nature to fill an indispensable role. The late Bill Gates wrote, “DNA is like a computer program but far, far more advanced than any software ever created.” As a chemical solution to the problems of reproduction and inheritence, it has functioned flawlessly for going on four billion years. True to its paradoxical nature, DNA’s unwavering stability makes life possible while an innate fluidity makes it possible for living things to evolve. And life’s built-in knack for changing through time in beneficial ways is central to its success.      

   ©Tim Forsell   draft                       27 Feb 2017                                                       



[1] Wade, N. (1995) “Method & Madness; Double Helixes, Chickens and Eggs,” New York Times Magazine.  “An ark’s worth of species flower and fade at each tick of the geological clock. Only DNA endures. This thoroughly depressing view values only survival, which the DNA is not in a position to appreciate anyway, being just a chemical.” (Wade, it should be noted, is explicitly writing with reference to Richard Dawkins’ “selfish gene” theory.)
[2] One instance is vertebrate organisms’ red blood cells, which have relinquished their DNA (and the cell’s entire nucleus) in the interest of smallness—the better to navigate through minute capillaries and carry more oxygen.
[3] Unlike covalent bonds, wherein atoms “share” electrons, hydrogen bonds are much weaker. They form between separate molecules when a weakly positive hydrogen in one molecule is attracted to a slightly negative atom in the other. Hydrogen bonds are of great importance in nature (accounting for the fluid properties of water, for instance). The hydrogen bonds between the nucleotides, it should be noted, are a most opportune balance between the strength needed to maintain the molecule’s durability and what is necessary for the two strands to be easily separated.
[4] To be clear: these “letters” form the basis of a language analogy and are unrelated to the bases’ single-letter abbreviations.
[5] Proteins are a class of organic (carbon bearing) molecules. There are around a million known varieties. Unlike inorganic polymers—chains of repeated elements or monomers—proteins are made up of highly specified sequences of modular building blocks called amino acids. Chains of amino acids are joined together to form polypeptides, which are then further processed to create the proteins. These act singly or in combination, making up the cell’s working parts.
[6] Note throughout this work that most of these impressive “facts” are, in actuality, akin to estimates or “educated guesses.” As is customary, they were conveyed without any qualification as to their range of accuracy. Some could easily be off by orders of magnitude.
[7] Estimates of extremely large numbers (some of them apparently little more than wild guesses) may be off by several orders of magnitude. Whatever the figure: it is obviously somewhat arbitrary, particularly when dependent on a number of factors.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Piute Log...Tom Equals Trouble 2003

22 Jul (Tue)     Most unusual: woke to rain in the night. Fell right back to sleep but I think it went on for awhile, from the way the ground outside looked this morn. This is something I’ve seen oh maybe…[long pause for consideration]…ten or eleven times since ’88. It doesn’t happen every season. ◦◦◦◦◦ Cat psychology note, before I forget: Shitbird almost literally inhales his kittychow. Lucy, on the other paw, delicately nibbles hers, chewing each crunchy several times instead of swallowing them like pills. She does this curious thing: I dump a handful of those crunchy morsels of preserved meat byproducts in the bowl. If one happens to land on the floor she immediately leaves the bowl to go after it. Having noticed this behavior pattern for awhile, yesterday I decided to investigate further. Waited for her to be fully “at her feed” and dropped one a foot away. She went right for it. Performed the experiment several times with consistent results. This psychological fixation appears to be a harmless feline eating disorder I will henceforth allude to as Pennies-From-Heaven Syndrome. (“My cat has PFHS! What should I do?!!”) Lucy would swear that those runaway tidbits taste better. ◦◦◦◦◦ Leaving the cabin today to get horses shod in town. I put Redtop in the corral and gave him some oats while Piute and Tom watched jealously. While leading the pair over to the hitchrail to be saddled, Tom crashed into Piute and danced around in a panic, his eyes rolled back. Then, tying him to the rail, right when I was under his throat he started leaping around and the ranger dove for cover. I yelled “Jeremy Crispus!!” (loud) to let off the adrenaline but otherwise remained calm. Tom was just telling me in his own special way how he hates to miss his breakfast. But, good lord, he noshes on richest Piute Meadows hay—steak and eggs for horses—every day for hours on end and when he gets locked up to fast it’s for his own good. (He’d no doubt like to debate me on that subject.) ◦◦◦◦◦ Easy trip. Piute with packsaddle only, Tom with trash and laundry and Piute’s empty panniers. We cruised. Few visitors but plenty sign of rain. It’s obvious, watching the trail, that these storms are in distinct cells. Parts of the trail have had flowing water on them; other places, the week-old rain crust, mostly dry, has fresh raindrop “scars” in the new dust layer. Obvious differences in rainfall-sign changed probably 8 or 10 times as I rode out. ◦◦◦◦◦ And then it rained s’more. I saw the grey curtain coming (previously announced by nearby lightning). Got into my full suit. It really poured—steady stream off hat brim, Red soaked and dripping with his head down. It eased up after a half hour….no, more like a long twenty minutes (still a long time) and then settled into a somewhat gentler non-deluge. I’d brought loppers with a plan to lop around the shore of Roosevelt Lake (willows and alders getting real thick by the trail) but rode on past. Got out with only a half hour to spare as it was. An aside: I spotted an old rusty canned ham lid below the 2nd fir forest, sitting out in the open, 75 feet off the trail. I’ve ridden past it probably 200+ times now. Only trash today. Q: If no one sees old trash in the forest, does it exist? ◦◦◦◦◦ This morning, still at the cabin, realized that I’d have a problem on my hands when we reached the pack station. Y’see: Tom doesn’t “go” in the stock truck. The day I came in, the truck and 4-horse trailer were gone (for some reason) so I had to take the stock truck instead. Ah. Tom has been prone to hissy-fit rodeos since we first got him. He’s been in the stock truck but only a couple times that I’m aware of and only after real battles. Today, Bart helped. I backed up into the down-sloping entry drive so that when the gate was lowered it wasn’t nearly as steep a climb. He’d have none of it, though, leaping clear across the gate to avoid even stepping on it. Total equine panic attack, eyes rolled back in fear/terror (again). Dust clouds, churned up driveway, et cet. Who can tell what goes on in their heads? Finally Bart said, flatly, “I don’t have any more time for this. Put him in that pen by the loading dock. And tell the Forest Service they need to train their stock to load before they send ‘em out into the world.” And he just walked off. In years past, on a number of occasions, Bart—in his calm but firm tone—has asked me to inform the Forest Service (as if the agency were some sort of corporeal entity) that they ought to do this or that. Always sage advice that is both practical and soundly reasoned. I’ve never passed on any of these messages. ◦◦◦◦◦ So, left an anxious and distraught Tom behind—Adios, sucka!—and took Red and Piute to the barn. Tried a new time’n’energy saver: put hay in feeders with them still tied in the truck, gate down, them watching. I left the corral gate open and then unclipped their halters. They off-loaded themselves and bee-lined for their hay and I just closed the gate behind them. Would never have tried this with Brenda or Zack. Or Blue. Umm…or Nickel. Those clowns would likely run off, maybe cause a terrible wreck on the highway, just to mess with me.
  


       ©2017 Tim Forsell                                                                                     31 Oct 2017

Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Demeaning of Life...Chapter 1 Revisited

Since this chapter was originally posted, it has undergone significant changes, with edits intended to emphasize the idea of what I now call “Natural Design.” At the outset of this project, I hadn’t yet fully articulated my overall point of view as a “thing,” a position in need of a specific identifying label. The changes I’ve made are extensive and important enough that I’m reposting this entire section: Chapter 1: The Meaning of Life.

Life is not an epiphenomenon, a minor incidental of the material universe, but a manifestation of the profoundest reality.... Accidental in detail, always within physical laws, the broad tendency toward the greater complexity and efficacity of life conforms to the way of the universe, which by its expansion enables the powers of self-organization to defy the dominion of entropy.
                                                                   
       Robert Wesson, Beyond Natural Selection

No one knows who first came up with the somewhat sarcastic adage There are no hungry philosophers. But the first truth-seekers in all likelihood appeared not long after people first learned how to control fire. Once those proto-humans found themselves safe inside their caves, staring into the flickering flames with full bellies, they probably began to experience vague, wordless stirrings in their primeval brains. Innately inquisitive, over time these brains developed the capability to translate mental images into concepts and words into language. As synaptic connections proliferated, swelling into byzantine networks, symbolic imagery evolved into thought and mind was born. Hearth-side musings became wonderings that little by little morphed into the so-called “eternal” questions. Nagging questions that to this day, by definition, remain unanswered. Among the most timeless: What is life? What is it for? What does it mean? Because of who we are and have always been, people still ask these very questions. Some believe that the answers have been revealed, the compelling riddles solved…or that Only God knows. Others are convinced that even thinking about such matters is a fruitless waste of time and always has been.
So. We are living in a time known as the twenty-first century A.D. and humans know things…many things. Those old questions are still unanswered, it seems. On the other hand, we have unraveled the workings of the entire universe. We now know how living things work, down to the finest details. But do we know what life is? At this point in time, most would say Of course we do! Most of those who answer in the affirmative, however, would be hard pressed to offer solid evidence backing their conviction. 
Among the small set of people who still ask the question “What is life?” I find myself in an even smaller subset who feel certain that we do not know what life is. But I have some ideas…some of them decidedly unorthodox or at least out of current fashion. What follows is a distilled summation, deliberately couched in unscientific language, that captures my way of thinking as regards nature’s subtle and ill-defined aspects: 
Life arose on Earth virtually as soon as conditions allowed. And thrived. It is    expressed, here and now, as four billion years worth of evolutionary experimentation. For life, the passage of time has no meaning—eons are measured in the ongoing transformation of its productions. Life imparts its essence to inert matter by virtue of an incomparable, “minded” creativeness limited only by physical law. It is a self-organizing agency, both willful and intelligent, brimming with both possibility and promise. Life, while keeping to circuitous pathways, follows some inexorable course unknown to us. It is supremely patient, methodical, and resilient…is undaunted by failure or setback. At the same time, life is a bold explorer, a dynamic and capricious—even whimsical—innovator. Among its courses of action, life conspicuously favors novelty and multiplicity…will sample virtually every feasible design motif—at least once. (Others, it reinvents repeatedly.) Rather than being a freak accident of time and chance, life is an integral feature of the cosmos, one that arises where and whenever conditions permit within our vast universe. Life itself is the alleged “intelligent designer” and somehow has devised countless astonishingly inventive ways of making all this happen—without ever resorting to miracles. And here we are: living proof.
Such notions, of course, are by no means new or even particularly unconventional. Still, they are more representative of past belief systems that are not merely passé but whose central precepts are today often ridiculed; as a rule, educated people deem those who cling to such archaic beliefs naïve or deluded. Nonetheless, my deliberately fanciful characterization of the phenomenon of life is a defensible position—our society has come full circle in the sense that we are once again seeing humanity as an inseparable part of the natural world. Still, for many individuals the whole of nature remains a virtual abstraction in their day to day lives, something that lives out of doors. Our current cultural milieu does not support or encourage a movement towards the more inclusive, nuanced attitudes toward nature that were ubiquitous not so very long ago.
Certain phenomena still lie just beyond the reach of science’s methods. Human consciousness—mind—is perhaps the most pressing of these unresolved issues and, despite significant advances in various fields, many glaring unknowns remain. With no general agreement on origins, functions, a definition, or even precisely what consciousness represents, it has been held back from its rightful place as part of a broad scientific conception of reality. And, since it has no established footing, mind is often entirely left out of discussions concerning matters with which it is inescapably entwined. (In formulating theories of mind, for instance.) This point is much-debated. But, as per my assertion that we have no firm understanding of what animates living things: if this is true, it follows that we cannot have a truly accurate picture of reality without including mind—the very thing that allows us to contemplate such matters. Thomas Nagel again: “In the meantime, we go on using perception and reason to construct scientific theories…even though we do not have a convincing external account of why those faculties exist that is consistent with our confidence in their reliability….”
Accordingly, I believe that science should maintain its central role in providing an objective view of our world but should not be the sole basis for explaining how nature operates. And here I realize that I am entering dangerous territory, that this statement puts my entire stance at risk of not being taken seriously. But, insofar as current scientific thought fails to address certain matters that may prove crucial in gaining a better understanding of what life is, something needs to give way. A more inclusive mental construct of what life consists of will require that a conceptual door be cracked open—one that lets in some fresh air in the form of speculations traditionally anathema to scientific thought. This is not to advocate openly embracing pseudoscientific notions and premises, but rather to skeptically consent to at least consider hypotheses that languish near the border of currently accepted theory. We see this approach already at play in modern cosmology with the concept of the multiverse and, in atomic physics, with string theory. To date, nothing similarly resistant to empirical study or rational conceptualization has arisen in the biosciences. In time, a tipping point may be reached when a critical number of influential experts arrive at consensus on this point: The solution to nature’s most stubborn riddles appear to actually be receding from our grasp. And this consensus will build until it triggers biology’s version of a scientific revolution.
While living things are in many regards such well suited subjects for experimental analysis, life will never reveal all its secrets to our limited intellects. We live in a universe that, in point of fact, makes perfect sense in every regard. This world’s most enigmatic features may be opaque to us simply because humans lack the perceptive “equipment” necessary for unraveling its innermost workings.
But then, another cosmic riddle: despite its flamboyant complexity, our world operates by principles that are striking for their quality of being so open to human inquiry. Many great minds have pondered this notion, searching for clues. One facet of the mystery, seldom broached, is the very real quality of life’s being fringed by the unknown and unknowable—in and of itself an extremely telling point that should speak to anyone  who questions why all this…stuff…is accessible to our scrutiny in the first place. While many would adamantly disagree with this notion of innate inscrutability, it may be that in certain fields—cosmology being perhaps foremost among them—we may already be approaching the limits of what science is capable of. Still, a number of classic unsolved problems may yet prove within reach of its time-tested methods.
It is often said that many of our most stubborn mysteries should properly be regarded as “unanswered questions.” Some of the answers to these obdurate questions may eventually be found by way of methods belonging to fields that are customarily considered fringe- or pseudo-science. Of course, most scientists[1]—by disposition—are ill inclined to accept claims based on what are perceived as relating to the mystical or so-called “spiritual” sides of  nature. This goes to the heart of why there is a lingering resistance to discussing tricky subjects like consciousness, or any matter that cannot be couched exclusively in material terms. Surely, there must be some middle ground here that might open doors leading to new insights. Author Carter Phipps, in Evolutionaries: Unlocking the Spiritual and Cultural Potential of Science’s Greatest Idea writes,

[T]here is a huge difference between genuinely transrational spiritual states, intuitions, and experiences, and areas of knowledge that may be subtle, complex, and relatively unexplored yet hardly unnatural or unknowable. We should never blindly conflate nonphysical with supernatural. I suspect that over time we will discover that the science of this internal universe, while subtle in terms of our present conceptions, is well within the framework of a sensible, comprehensible universe.
                                                                       
One prominent sticking point: nature displays unmistakable signs of design in all its creations, down to the smallest details. Scientific thought holds that “design” implies a design-er with some sort of objective. (The practice of science denies that nature can have a “plan,” or targeted goal.) And that the appearance of design is illusory; life’s productions have no purpose, being—as famously avowed by French biochemist Jacques Monod—solely the result of “chance and necessity.” Meanwhile, the devoutly religious remain steadfast in their conviction that some all-knowing deity intentionally contrived this vast, elaborate cosmos with some clear objective centered around humanity.
I stand in support of a third view: that there is something that could be labeled a designer, one whose creations are not crafted purely by chance and necessity (while those influences are two agents that it constantly employs). “It” is not some mystical entity beyond our sphere. Simply put, the Creator is nature itself, in the broadest sense of the concept—defined here as nothing more and nothing less than this world: the universe. Nature creates and designs itself. It has no purpose or meaning aside from itself, no plan…many means, but no ends—at least, not in any sense humans are able to comprehend. Life, bound by both contingency and necessity, is one manifestation of nature. (Or vice versa...) And as for life’s purposiveness: I would argue that we are not at liberty to make a judgment about something humans are incapable of grasping.
This, then, is the framework my conception of life is built around. It is a principle which, wanting a name, will hereafter be called Natural Design. It is not to be confused with pantheism—the belief that nature is equivalent to a divinity.[2] In fact, a crucial thrust of my position is the total exclusion of any supernatural elements. (In choosing the name “Natural Design,” it was my express intention to underscore its disparity with the anti-science religious program known as “Intelligent Design.”) While Natural Design promotes a novel way of viewing natural phenomena, its validity hinges on being in conformity with scientifically accepted fact. It does not reflect a particular ideology. Natural Design is predicated on the existence of a specific capacity, a tendency or predisposition, that is inherent to life.[3] This singular capability is what has historically been mistaken for a “life force.” The distinction is subtle and warrants further clarification:
Instead of being acted upon by some driving force, nature can be viewed as possessing a scientifically unrecognized attribute that is able to bring forth life. Nature has the innate ability to design its productions and to engineer solutions to the difficulties it faces in a manner that far exceeds the blind explorations of evolution as conceived by Charles Darwin. In a manner of speaking, Natural Design somehow lends life a cheritable hand, “a leg up,” a way to more easily achieve certain goal-less ends. It furthers beneficial change. Throughout this book I will be spotlighting instances of Natural Design at work. For now, it should be understood that this is a conceptual tool whose purpose is to bring clarity to matters that have been misinterpreted or misrepresented. It is not a theory, per se. Natural Design may not constitute a hypothesis that can be subjected to rigorous testing but it can be used to make predictions derived from the set of assumptions laid out at the beginning of this chapter. And I will show how predictions based on Natural Design, and the patterns it reveals, demonstrate its utility as a means to better describe life.  
 Natural Design is predicated on the idea that each and every branch of the biological sciences is hampered by significant conceptual shortcomings due to that one crucial piece of information: we do not know what life actually is. The almost universal belief among scientists that life can be explained solely in terms of chemistry and physics will, I predict, one day be seen as a quaint anachronism. For those who instinctively reject this assertion out of principle: reflect on the fact that after attempts spanning centuries there is still no consensus on a clear-cut, all-encompassing definition of what being alive entails.[4] Also consider the implications of the fact that a number of nature’s most crucial inventions, with all their complexities—photosynthesis being a prime example—were in operation during life’s early stages. Insofar as we can ever hope to fully grasp such intricacy, the key will be found in discovering the basis of how living things manipulate information. At the heart of the matter will be finding how this ability arose in the first place. Without such understanding, the big picture will remain fragmentary.
Before biology developed into a mature science, such a fundamental lack of understanding had yet to become an issue. During its formative era (roughly speaking, before the 1830s) the focal point of life-centered science was mostly comparative—directed toward learning about organisms and their multitudinous parts and habits through observing, collecting, dissecting and classifying. Ecology followed, illuminating new layers of complexity through a focus on biosystems and the tangled web of relationships between habitats and inhabitants. Once biology became a full-grown science, questions of origins and meaning were handed back to the philosophers.
Only after molecular biology and embryology assumed their rightful foundational standings in the mid-20th century did the most basic aspects of all life sciences  finally seem to come within reach. In the 1940s, Erwin Schrödinger (first to propose the existence of some sort of genetic code) wrote an intentionally thought-provoking little book entitled What is life? It addressed head-on, from a physicist’s point of view, the age-old debate that was being tacitly ignored by modern biologists: How can physics and chemistry account for living organisms? This question remains problematic. Still unanswered, the whole vexing issue continues to be debated. But so far as modern science is concerned, the subject is generally considered too ambiguous and subjective, veering too close to philosophy for serious consideration. 
            There is little doubt that among the universe’s billions—no, trillions—of  planets, surely others are home to living things. (For reasons taken up later, those harboring life forms more advanced than microbes are likely far rarer than science fiction aficionados and Carl Sagan devotees would have us believe.) Still, the vast majority of other worlds are lifeless, always were, and have no difficulty whatsoever maintaining that status.
But here on this remarkable and munificent little planet of ours, the living and non-living exist together, mingled inextricably with nothing in between.[5] Both are so omnipresent and entangled that, from day to day, we unavoidably fail to note the truly vast gulf between animate and inanimate; we lack any sort of meaningful perspective. But it’s obvious! One moves around and does things…the other doesn’t. A point so obvious, it seems beyond question. This crucial lack-of-perspective is a factor in virtually all my claims and of central importance to my thesis; try to bear this in mind.
Here is another unconventional idea: There are no compelling reasons to presume that the inception of life was an event intrinsically less remarkable or enigmatic than the origin of non-living matter, simply because its arrival here on Earth took place well after the Big Bang. For life to be realized, the universe itself had to evolve to meet requisite conditions. Following the nascent universe’s initial expansion, matter in its atomic state could not form until almost half a million years had passed[6] and another 1.6 billion years elapsed before a sufficient number of early generation stars had exploded, creating the debris needed for planets to form. Multiple generations of specific types of stars (those capable of forging the heavier elements necessary for life) had to explode in stellar supernovas, casting their planetary seeds into space.
In a cosmological sense, where time’s passage has different meaning, the chronologic difference between matter’s origin and life’s inception is of little consequence. My point being: there is simply no way to compare those two historic origin-events…no causal framework in which to place them that allows for any rational conclusions as to their relative significance. (My guess is that an omnipotent, omnipresent creator-deity would consider life their better piece of work.) 
Cultural detachment from the natural world only amplifies an inability to perceive life for what it might represent in totality. Its significance is too profound for comprehension…perhaps too overwhelming to face squarely without some coercion. But watching a single episode of David Attenborough’s Nature series should be more than enough to lastingly replenish the most jaded person’s sense of wonder. Or, an open-eyed stroll over any hill or through any dale. Instead, out of sheer familiarity, life’s ubiquity and beyond-belief variety have a strange, numbing effect—our brains resolutely clouding that unique human capacity to feel unbridled awe. We continually take life’s innumerable wonders for granted and, by doing so, demean it.

     ©2017 by Tim Forsell  (draft)                                                                                                                                                                                           




[1] My preference would be to not speak of “scientists” as a group, which seems to imply that they all belong to some sort of unified group. My intention in doing so is to refer to those who perceive the world from a position that is predominantly shaped by “the scientific viewpoint.” When I find it necessary to refer to scientists collectively, it is simply to avoid excessive qualification and awkward verbiage. Also, when I use the term “science” in a general or unspecified sense, it will always be in the spirit of what Carl Sagan referred to when he said,  ”Science is much more than a body of knowledge. It is a way of thinking.” 
[2] It might be construed that I am more or less describing “God, with a fresh coat of paint.” I could as easily argue that people who experience some inner drive to worship a deity are, in truth, unwitting pantheists.
[3] This concept is the basis of several discredited 19th century orthogenetic theories that shared in common the belief that organisms possess subtle internal factors that influence their evolution. A failure to identify specific mechanisms involved resulted in such theories never gaining credence.
[4] Note the emphasis on no consensus. Most of the literally hundreds of proposed definitions are more or less true though many suffer from being awkward and vague or are flawed by a surprising number of pesky exceptions-to-the-rule.
[5] It is generally considered that the one candidate for an exception would be viruses—crystal-like packets of lifeless genetic material that require living hosts to provide their needs. But note that the status of viruses is currently being reexamined—it may prove that viruses are “more alive” than has long been thought.
[6] At this point the universe had cooled sufficiently for electrons to bond permanently with free hydrogen and helium nuclei. Previous to that, it was a super-hot plasma of subatomic particles.