Code for Nothing

This morning, over breakfast, I was admiring some lovely flowers in the center of the table.  I brought them home several days ago when my daughter was visiting during her late-in-the-semester spring break.  She's gone back to New York now, but the flowers have remained behind in Texas, bold and resilient.

Between spoonfuls of cereal, I was visited by a quote from Rivka Galchen's odd and fascinating novel, Atmospheric Disturbances:

"We get these wrong feelings sometimes,

feelings like articles slipped into our luggage

but not properly ours. I think of it like vestigial

DNA. Code for nothing, or for the wrong thing,

or for proteins that don't fold up properly and

that may eventually wreak great destruction."