"Martin Højriis Kristensen" <usenet@makr.dk> skrev i en meddelelse
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> Der er et sjovt digt om det, men jeg kan ikke lige finde det online.
Jeg fandt den. Den er på:
http://www.cs.uwindsor.ca/users/d/dthomas/public/55-115/refs1.htm
Jeg synes dog den er svær at læse på den side, så jeg citerer lige i et
bedre format.
Jeg kan især godt lide konklusionen
Speak softly? Deep inside our cells
A stealthy, alien spirit dwells:
Silently she weaves and bobs
Performing needful household jobs:
Finding her special niche in
Our fiery metabolic kitchen;
Keeping entropy at bay
By cranking cycles night and day.
Yet seldom does she ever burn us
Despite her all-consuming furnace.
Her origins? Germs we suppose.
Her purposes? God only knows.
Her destiny's with ours entwined;
The endosymbiotic bind.
Eukaryotes fancy themselves adaptive
Regarding her as a slave - a captive;
While we evolved as truth-unravellers,
Potential astronautic travellers,
she and her cohortrs used humanity
(allowing us our hubric vanity),
They energized our mind, and ran it
To exit from this dying planet,
And hijacked us to be their taxi
Hitchhiking to another galaxy:
Impelling us to wander on
The starship 'Mitochondrion'.
Ourselves the vehicles, within
Which ride our organellar kin.
Thus mankind's simply Nature's way
To transmigrate mt-DNA.
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Martin Højriis Kristensen -
http://www.makr.dk/?usenet
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