I. Four Point Six. Archaean horizon. The first sunrise. On a pristine Gaea. Opus perfectum. Somewhere there us sleeping. "After sleeping through a hundred million centuries. we have finally opened our eyes. on a sumptuous planet. sparkling with color bountiful with life.. Within decades we must. close our eyes again.. Isn't it a noble an enlightened way of spending. our brief time in the sun. to work at understanding the universe. and how we have come to wake up in it?". Professor Richard Dawkins. Ii. Life. The cosmic law of gravity. Pulled the newborns around a fire. A careless cold infinity in every vast direction. Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone. She has a tale to tell. From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast. Enter Luca. The tapestry of chemistry. There's a writing in the garden. Leading us to the Mother of all. We are one. We are a universe. Forbears of what will be. Scions of the Devonian sea. Aeons pass. Writing the tale of us all. A day-to-day new opening. For the greatest show on Earth. Ion channels welcoming the outside world. To the stuff of stars. Bedding the tree of a biological holy. Enter life. We are here to care for the garden. The wonder of birth. Of every form most beautiful. . Iii. The Toolmaker. After a billion years. The show is still here. Not a single one of your fathers died young. The handy travelers. Out of Africa. Little Lucy of the Afar. Gave birth to fantasy. To idolatry. To self-destructive weaponry. Enter the god of gaps. Deep within the past. Atavistic dread of the hunted. Enter Ionia the cradle of thought. The architecture of understanding. The human lust to feel so exceptional. To rule the Earth. Hunger for shiny rocks. For giant mushroom clouds. The will to do just as you?d be done by. Enter history the grand finale. Enter Ratkind. Man he took his time in the sun. Had a dream to understand. A single grain of sand. He gave birth to poetry. But one day?ll cease to be. Greet the last light of the library. We were here!. We were here!. We were here!. We were here!. . Iv. The Understanding. . V. Sea-Worn Driftwood. "We are going to die. and that makes us the lucky ones.. Most people are never going to die. because they are never going to be born.. The potential people who could have been here. in my place but who will in fact. never see the light of day. outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.. Certainly those unborn ghosts. include greater poets than Keats. scientists greater than Newton.. We know this because the set. of possible people allowed by our Dna. so massively exceeds the set of actual people.. In the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I. in our ordinariness that are here.. We privileged few. who won the lottery of birth. against all odds. how dare we whine at our inevitable return. to that prior state from which the vast majority. have never stirred?". [- Professor Richard Dawkins]. "There is grandeur in this view of life. with its several powers. having been originally breathed. into a few forms or into one;. and that whilst this planet has gone. cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity. from so simple a beginning. endless forms most beautiful. and most wonderful have been. and are being evolved.". [- Charles Darwin]