This is a reading of Adam in the Universe by Richard P. Feynman. I stand at the seashore alone and start to think. There are the rushing waves, mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business, billions, apart, yet forming white surf and unison. Ages on ages before any eyes could see, year after year, thunderously pounding the shore, as now for whom? For what? On a dead planet with no life to entertain? Never at rest, tortured by energy, wasted, prodigiously by the sun, poured into space a might makes the seerore. Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns of one another, till complex new ones are formed. They make others like themselves and a new dance starts. Growing in size and complexity, living things, masses of atoms, DNA, protein, dancing a pattern ever more intricate, out of the cradle, onto the dry land, here it is standing. Atoms with consciousness, matter with curiosity, stands at the sea, wonders at wondering. I, a universe of atoms, an atom in the universe.