The Pilgrim


(Samuel Johnson)

(Wasim Shafi - Filosopher, Fotografer, Professeur, Accountant, Pilgrim)
Give to me the life I love - let the wash go by me - Give the jolly heaven above - and the road beside me - Bed in the bush with stars to see - bread I dip in the river - There's the life for a man like me - there's the life forever



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Natural selection's explanatory power is not just about life on this planet: it is the only theory so far suggested that could explain life on any planet. If life exists anywhere else in the universe then some version of evolution by natural selection will almost certainly turn out to underpin its existence.
But what makes natural selection so special? A powerful idea assumes little to explain much. It does lots of explanatory 'heavy lifting', while expending little in the way of assumptions or postulations. It gives you plenty of bangs for your explanatory buck. Its Explanation Ratio - what it explains, divided by what it needs to assume in order to do the explaining - is enormous.
If any reader knows of any idea that has a larger explanation ratio than
Yet the denominator (the number at the bottom of the fraction) in the explanatory equation is spectacularly small and simple. The denominator is: natural selection, the non-random survival of genes in gene pools (to put it in neo-Darwinian terms rather than
You can winnow Darwin's big idea down to a single sentence (again, this is a modern way of putting it, not quite Darwin's): 'Given sufficient time, the non-random survival of hereditary entities will generate complexity, diversity, beauty, and an illusion of design so persuasive that it is almost impossible to distinguish from deliberate intelligent design'. We don't need to add mutation to our assumptions. Mutational 'bucks' are provided free. 'Given sufficient time' is not a problem either - except for human minds struggling to take on board the terrifying magnitude of geological time. Look around you, the illusion of design is everywhere in the living world. So powerful is this illusion, so soft and comfortable and beguiling is the cotton wool over our eyes, that the spell of the illusion was only recently lifted 150 years ago today. Yes, 2009 is the 150th anniversary of Darwin's big idea - And our eyes are still accustomising to the brilliant new view.
It is mainly its power to simulate the illusion of design that makes
But intelligent design is the polar opposite of a powerful theory: its explanation ratio is pathetically titchy. The numerator is the same as
I'll end on a subtler legacy of
There remain deep questions in physics and cosmology that await their
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What is it like to be a spider threading a web or an eagle in flight? What is it like being a whale in depths or a pollen grain wafting above the earth? What is it like to be in love if you're a 200,000 year old human ancestor? Do you know love? Do you understand what it is? What is it like to be a drop of water recycling for a million years or a pebble burnished mercilessly by the tides? What is it like to be Homo erectus struggling to untangle the mystery of the moon? Is the moon far? If I climb that mountain can I touch it with my hands? What are these stars that dazzle me at night - are they fires from distant worlds? Where did she go, will I ever see her again? What is life? What is this? What is that? What is it all for?
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C02 + H2O --------- C6H12O6 + O2
Carbon dioxide + Water -------- Glucose (organic molecule) + Oxygen
It doesn’t look like much does it? It's rather unimpressive isn't it? How can such a simple formula hold the key to life? But it does! It makes you feel like a god just knowing it. A god surveying creation before him (or her). But enough of the purple prose. Time for some real science. But before we begin: A plea. I implore you to be patient. The science that follows will be tricky. I have tried my best to strip away any superfluousness, any excess fat, to simplify, to distill, so that what remains is the essence. But to truly understand will require a wee effort on your part. But the rewards; if I may be so bold to say, will be worth it. At the end of it all, if I can make you feel like a genius, if I can make you feel like a crazy lord of time surveying his dominion, than I will have succeeded. Let there be light!



Don't worry about the details (!). All you need to do is look at the top left and read out the name of the first chemical you see...exactly, glucose. And the last chemical at the bottom...pyruvate.
Glucose enters at the top to be broken down into water, carbon dioxide and ATP. If we run it in reverse we can combine water and carbon dioxide, and with the input of some energy, make glucose!
And he said: 'Let there be life, and life sprawled forth from the vents'
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Khat also known as qat, qaat, quat, gat, jaad, chat, chad, is a flowering plant native to tropical East Africa and the Arabian Peninsula. Khat contains the alkaloid called cathinone, an amphetamine-like stimulant which is said to cause excitement, loss of appetite and euphoria.
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Allow me to whisper something in your ear: 'Khat is good'. There is an alaborate ceremony for its consumption. You lay upon the sand a cloth to sit upon cross-legged and in a circle. The Khat leaves arrive, preferably fresh and not older than two days, and you strip the stems and proceed to thrust them into your mouth...chewing vigorously - like a goat. Like a bunch of stupid goats you sit there mulching and ruminating until the base of your mouth goes numb, until your tongue has lost all power of brain dependent movement - so what you utter in that Khat induced haze has nothing to do with what you wanted to say. But nevermind, your listeners too have lost the power of hearing and seem to have vanished out of your field of view - you remember what it is you wanted to say. But don't worry your train of thoughts will get lost again. So what was it you wanted to say? Oh yes. Here we go:
The best bit about Addis Ababa is getting out. But first you must get in. As the aeroplane sat on the tarmac I caught a glimpse of the terminal building from the spy-hole of the plane: industrial chic. That was my first impression. Long before the designers of Canary Wharf underground station unveiled their version of industrial chic; a similar, albeit unintentional design experiment had already taken place in Addis Ababa. It was King Menelik who had ordered the construction of a
Oh yes, a seething GutterStink of BuZZingHuman frailty and weakness. I longed for the Ethiopian highlands. But, like most capital cities, I had to arrive before I could leave. Arriving in Africa is like being born again. Recast from the womb that begot you. Instinct tells you to suck from the teat of the familiar. So I latch onto a group of touring Westerners who, after a while of friendly banter, start wondering who I am. So there is nothing to do but head off on my own and find a hotel: preferably a nice safe looking hotel - not too expensive, neatly laid towels, soap and toiletry packs, complimentary tea and coffee sachets, and cable TV with frosty picture. No that's not my style at all. I was joking! I look out of the dust covered window of my grimey hovel of a room that cost me the better part of a fiver for board and breakfast. A couple of syringes greet me in the toilet bowl: Beggar women with band of straggling kids shuffles along outside the window. Same old story. Poverty can be such a cliche. I close the curtains and lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling. It has cracks in it. I imagine they are ancient waterways now dried, rivuletting through parched and scrawny bush. 'Afar' – that is where it all began. In fact it is from Addis Ababa that humans migrated around the world. I am merely coming back...albeit after a gap of a million years or so. I sigh. It's a long dusty trailing sigh pregnant with history and the burden of knowledge. Do I want to do this? Yes! Fuck it I'm off. I’m not hanging about this forlorn shithole - Adios Addis! I’m heading for Harar...Where a man, a famous enigmatic poet once said: 'I is somebody else'. 'I is somebody else' I repeat to myself. But first I must cross the crazy-hazy street traffic with the horns. The city is full of skyscrapers from the 60’s and early 70's – where are the modern glasstop furnished buildings of the promised SpaceAge? It's as if the Ethiopian economic miracle took a break in 1975...and never returned. Probably chewing Khat leaves somewhere.
But this is spurious history.
Once upon a time, circa AD 500 there lived a goat herder by the name of Kaldi. While tending his flock he discovered that his goats were brazen and friskier then usual when they grazed near a certain bush with red berries. He tasted the berries and found that they enlivened and lifted his spirits. So with pocketfulls of berries he ran home to tell his wife of his wonderful discovery:
‘Devils work!’ exclaimed the Monk in indigantion and hurled the berries into the flickering fire
And now we have Starbucks and Nescafe...coffee for phillistines. Coffee for idiots!
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