Combine: (v) to unite; merge.
Earth is not a recipe.
Although we often consider it to be some sort of careful, articulate blending of ingredients, forming a broth or stew, it actually is nothing like that.
I think we’re a little frightened by how chaotic life actually is.
That’s not life. All life does is combine.
It doesn’t care if things agree and is indifferent to whether the enjoining of elements will end up being palatable.
It throws everything together, provides resources and stands back to see what will happen.
Those who pursue the comical belief that “everything has a purpose” and “God has a wonderful plan,”should go into the jungle, stand there, and just stare in every direction.
Thousands and thousands of forms of life, not to mention vegetation, combine to form what appears to be a huge single view with no apparent connection. Often the most intimacy in the jungle is burping after eating someone.
Although it frustrates the conservatives with how openly things combine, and it enrages the liberals about the inequity of the plan, favoring the fittest, the Universe doesn’t seem to care.
Matter of fact, on the day you’re born, the cosmos peers at you curiously and says, “So you’re here. Good luck. Please understand, it’s nothing personal. But we must get rid of you.”