Saturday, May 26, 2007


Intricacy is that which is given from the beginning, the birthright, and in intricacy is the hardiness of complexity that ensures against the failure of all life. This is our heritage, the piebald landscape of time. We walk around; we see a shred of the infinite possible combinations of an infinite variety of forms.

--Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
by Annie Dillard

I've been enjoying this book, but it's a slow read. I'm at the part of the book where she talks about stalking muskrats and am using the tips to view my baby bunnies. Here's another interesting part of the book:

The faster death goes, the faster evolution goes. If an aphid lays a million eggs, several might survive. Now, my right hand, in all its human cunning, could not make one aphid in a thousand years. But these aphid eggs--which run less than a dime a dozen, which run absolutely free--can make aphids as effortlessly as the sea makes waves. Wonderful things, wasted. It's a wretched system.

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. --Matthew 10:29-31


The Wheatland Mission said...

I'm a big fan of Annie Dilliard too. But your right, it is a slow read.

Hannita said...

crazy bunny cuteness.
you are so evil to post that.
now i want a bunny.