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.