On futility

Perhaps all these difference splice variants don’t mean anything? A Darwinian nightmare, from which we need another 15 million years to wake? Am I doomed forever, released only by the endless Sleep, to search for patterns where there are only those of my own making, or none?

Is the answer to the ageless question “What does it mean?” precisely “Nothing”?

At least for this particular splicing factor, anyway. Damn, but I wish I had a simple project sometimes.

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Scientist, poet, gadfly
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  1. Henry Gee says:

    Time for that holiday, Richard. Cromer is nice at this time of year, despite the earthquakes

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