Before I sleep I see two news items: In the first, a bill will require a woman to get an ultrasound before aborting her fetus, so that she must see that cluster of cells in her belly before removing it. In the second, scientists have cultivated a small white arctic campion from 32,000-year-old seeds. A photo accompanies the news–on a fragile-stemmed plant, four snowflake blossoms.
I wonder at these two ghost stories, and about the relationship of seeing to survival, and regret, and extinction.
Or better yet, let me direct my question to the campion: Who was it that decided your life was an interference in the necessary order of things? And for those of us watching at home, can you give us a few brief words, after thirty-two centuries in the grave, on hope?
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