I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think.
There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in 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 mite makes the sea roar.
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 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.
I graduated from high school with Bill at St. Catherine’s in 1962 I appreciate his service to our country and also admire i his creative woodworking. Sorry for your loss Mary Mortensen Enge.
Extraordinarily brilliant and talented, Bill communicated through his art in beautiful ways belying the turmoil he saw in an imperfect world. A tenacious advocate, Bill struggled to challenge and change the inadequacies and injustices he encountered, both through and outside the legal system. William loved intense discussion and debate on a wide variety of esoteric, political, and scientific issues. He and his family sacrificed much to his Vietnam service to our country, but he consistently and continually expressed deep love for, and pride in his children and their accomplishments. May Bill’s legacy find understanding and peace.
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I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think.
There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in 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 mite makes the sea roar.
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 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.
Richard Feynman, physicist
Bill was my classmate in Valley City, ND, in 1961-62. He was a very talented artisan in the area of woodworking. May he rest in peace.
I graduated from high school with Bill at St. Catherine’s in 1962 I appreciate his service to our country and also admire i his creative woodworking. Sorry for your loss Mary Mortensen Enge.
Extraordinarily brilliant and talented, Bill communicated through his art in beautiful ways belying the turmoil he saw in an imperfect world. A tenacious advocate, Bill struggled to challenge and change the inadequacies and injustices he encountered, both through and outside the legal system. William loved intense discussion and debate on a wide variety of esoteric, political, and scientific issues. He and his family sacrificed much to his Vietnam service to our country, but he consistently and continually expressed deep love for, and pride in his children and their accomplishments. May Bill’s legacy find understanding and peace.