

Against the backdrop of cosmic chronology, a human lifetime is a mere temporary waystation for the genes that first evolved eons ago as bacteria came to exchange genetic information and formed the original World Wide Web. And yet, these incarnate moments are of infinite value, precisely because they are so brief, and because they are also but not only matter in motion. "Living things reach out to each other," writes Allen Wheeli, "spirit leaps between. Tropism becomes scent, becomes fascination, becomes lust, becomes love. Lizard to fox to monkey to man, in a look, in a word, we come together, touch, die, serve spirit without knowing, carry it forward, pass it on. Ever more winged the spirit, ever greater its leaps. We love someone far away, someone who died long ago."
This site is dedicated to those who died long ago, to those who are alive, and to those who are not yet born who will be temporary homes for the immortal genes that have given all of us life and that are charged with the potential for learning and for loving.
Ingrid
Shafer
Christmas 2000