Money's Laws

“What I have done . . . is to make a constructive contribution to the global conversation of science and to gain some measure of insight into that great mystery, the origin of life . . . The way of science is for the best of our achievements to endure in substance but lose their individuality, like raindrops falling into a pond. So let it be.” Frank Harold (2016) Click here for the tribute in full

A screenplay by Matthew R. Riffle and Zackary D. Hill based on my 2017 novel, The Mycologist: The Diary of Bartholomew Leach, Professor of Natural History , was an official selection at the 2024 Ink & Cinema Adapted Story Showcase: https://www.inkandcinema.com/blogs/showcases/adapted-story-showcase Click here for brief excerpt from the novel

Hydras and the Roots of Depression

With news of R.F.K. Junior’s encounter with a parasitic worm, I invite you to sing along with me to the tune of “My Favorite Things”: Roundworms in most guts and hookworms in plenty Segmented tapeworms that make you feel empty Many amoebas and pinworms like strings These were a few of our nightmarish things. (From “Molds, Mushrooms, and Medicines,” page 111)

Species perform life cycles by transmitting distinctive collections of genes from one generation to the next. Individuals contribute to this process if they serve as biological parents, but there is no cycle for each of them, each human being, just a beginning and an end. Cells behaving as amoebas are conductors for the whole journey, sculpting the developing fetus, protecting the body from bacterial and fungal infection, repairing wounds, and removing worn out cells. Amoebas also destroy cancer cells until they turn cancerous themselves, spread tumors across the body, and extinguish one in six of us. All of these amoeboid human cells dig deep into the billion-year-old instructions in their genomes to activate the machinery for forming pseudopodia and flowing and feeding from place to place. From birth to death, womb to tomb, the body calls on its ancient amoeboid ancestry, just as it relies on its ciliary history to make sperm cells and the hairy cells that line the lungs and other organs. We are gigantic amalgams of the single-celled microbes that learned to crawl and swim in the mud and sunlit pools of the Precambrian.

If Kafka makes you laugh, this is for you: https://shepherd.com/bboy/2023/f/nicholas-p-money

As Homo sapiens races toward extinction, there is solace in recognizing that the rest of nature will be relieved by our departure. Adapted from The Selfish Ape which was published in 2019: If extraterrestrials had trained their microphones on Earth they would have detected a rise in the exclamations of animal life in recent millennia, building to a crescendo of moans and grunts from animals subjected to ritualized torture in stadia, bull rings and bear pits, augmented by the modern vivisection of rodents, cats and primates—terrified animals restrained in the lab and probed with instruments that would have taxed the pornographic inventiveness of the Catholic inquisitors. Factory farming is another way we torment the innocent. The philosopher Schopenhauer said: “Unless suffering is the direct and immediate object of life, our existence must entirely fail of its aim.” Today’s justifications for our loathsome behavior include the economic burden of treating animals more kindly and the medical necessity of experimentation. We rest, as always, on staggering hubris. It is always about us.

Begin by sprinkling a generous serving of planets around a medium-sized star; stir gently and allow the mixture to cool until rain begins to fall on one of the planets; keep stirring, be patient, and wait for the arms of an amoeba to reach into the water.