love in a vacuum

I spent the day today sifting around a refrigerator trying to find old DNA samples for the Beckwith-Weideman/Russel-Silver syndrome testing I'm trying to set up. You'd think a genetics hospital would be more organized, but I couldn't find anything. It was kinda relaxing though, as the devil-geneticist wasn't there, and it was just me and the fridge and the DNA. It's so odd how a microcosm can exist like that... how somewhere, far away, Lebanon and Israeli are evacuating children and mowing each other down with tanks and here I am sorting DNA and finding comfort in it when I can only find panic in being alone. It's hard to imagine that it's all the same world. The humans that rape and kill and are killed in prison, the humans that shoot each other with machine guns because they can't religiously reconcile, the humans that go to work everyday and come home to their children every afternoon... they're all the same species. We are. And it's all the same world.

There's one God, too. You know why? Because when I asked people for reasons to believe life was real, nearly all of them said love. Because I felt afraid and read a blog entry that had a scripture that said the opposite of fear was love. Because I went to class that day and a man read something he'd written about how the answer to life was love. So many things lately have been screaming 'love.' It can't just be a coincidiance. It must mean it's true. And in my mind, absolute truths lead me to God.

Also, when I just called the Humane Society, the song they played when I was put on hold was "Landslide."

"Looks like I've lost my will to carry on, my friend," she said,
"And you can hear it in my whispered cries for love." (Live)

Whoever wrote that song is confused. It should read:
Looks like I've just found my will to carry on, my friend," she said,
"And you can hear it in my whispered cries for love."