McGonagall-Girl Syndrome

I think it is absolutely madness to imagine
a beginning before consciousness – just
as in our world, nothing constructive happens
without plan and design - bricks don't get
thrown in a heap until the city of London
arises all by itself, and typing baboons
do not sit for millions of years in front of
millions of computers and keep typing until
War and Peace suddenly appears out
of the jumble.
Just to get a machine arbitrarily throwing
dices to put the sequence of one to ten
in a row, takes millions of years, whereas
a very young child can do it within a very
short time.
Study the laws of statistics to know that
random processes would have taken
gazillions of billions of millions of years
to come up with DNA.
People LIKE hanging onto unverified theories
without testing these for themselves.

I love the fact that ALL things, from cells to
grass to rocks to everything in between,
possess minute consciousness, be it only
in preference; light not dark, sweet not sour,
up not down, feeling good not feeling bad,
water not dryness, etc.
I love knowing that consciousness is like a
burning fire and all things, matter animate
and inanimate, are bigger or larger cracks
through which the burning fire can be
discerned.

Have a lovely day; but why
are lovable people so headachy? Maybe
they have need of Topaz McGonagall-Girl;
her rhyming limericks and chiming doggerel
will enlarge their minds and make space for
more consciousness and take them to
the abyss - oh, rather forget McGonagall-Girl;
she might make it worse...
Laughing about McGonagall-Girl Syndrome…