Today's Poem

We don't need miracles or miracle workers.
We are the miracles, and we can do the work.

5th Philosopher's Song --Aldous Huxley

A million million spermatozoa
All of them alive;
Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah
Dare hope to survive.

And among that billion minus one
Might have chanced to be
Shakespeare, another Newton, a new Donne--
But the One was Me.

Shame to have ousted your betters thus,
Taking ark while the others remained outside!
Better for all of us, forward Homunculus,
If you'd quietly died!

Best be makin' the best of your miraculous little self.