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The Old Man and the Egg

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"What do you do in retirement?", my friends ask, and I tell them that I follow social and political debates closely.  

"Is that," I ask myself, "an egg or a full grown chicken I am messing with?  Do I need to get an egg-over-easy up to 180 degrees F.?"

"The Old Man and the Egg."  I should have a pair of oars leaning up against the corner of the kitchen.  If I were Betty MacDonald, I might call it, "The Egg and I", but I am not she.  

So, instead, I ponder development; that what was once an egg, purely and simply, might--if I do not fry it, and a hundred other ifs--someday become a pure and simple chicken, and then I should have to treat it differently.  

And there you have it!  That is why I am not a politician.  That and a hundred other whys!  Call me too complex, if you will, but I cannot help but think there is a difference between an egg and a chicken. Neither the egg nor the chicken were created from whole cloth, at the Creation.  

Life was not created at the egg, nor at the chicken.  In our instance, it was an event that occurred about . . . oh, three and a half billion years ago.  Maybe more. and it has been rolling along, ever since, developing eggs, and chickens, and--God help us!--politicians and preachers and old men.  And--Gott sei dank!--not just them.  




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