A neo-Darwinist’s prayer
Our father was a gibbon,
Homology is our game,
Adaptive complexity must come,
Blind selection be done,
On Earth and even perhaps on Mars?!
Give us this day our miraculous mutation
And forgive us our redundancies
Whilst redundancy we reject in those we despise.
And lead us not into Lamarckianism
But deliver us from evil (as from good)
For thine is the big bang,
The peacock's feather, the dragonfly's eye
and everlasting futility,
Now and for as long as we make believe it.