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DNA Day 2018

Some words written about the Human Genome Project in 2000 

when the race was on to Map the DNA 

might be of interest today:

"And so the Race is on to map the human genome

A race moved rapidly onward through computer generation

By it the Book of Life gets known

The concern is for Sequence Accuracy

Developing Gene based therapy

Whereby a faulty or tired or broken gene gets replaced by its fabricated new one

This is to be the future of medical science

This therapy, its said,  can save lives

It can rebuild the body from the inside out

It can replace parts worn out and tired

The map allows these New Age cartographers to work out what each of the genes do

How the life giving, life shaping molecule works

One of the companies in the race to map the Human Genome is HGP.

It is filing patents on the discoveries being made

So that the drugs coming from them can be owned by a company

So that the company can profit from the discoveries

So that investors will put their money into the company

So that those whose bodies need the remedies deriving from the information being mapped out

Whether by the fast moving Dr Ventnor and his Privateers from Celera Genomics

Or the slower and perhaps more thorough work being done by a University Medical school

Can pay for the information which can save your life, and others.

In the meantime

Back on the Ranch in the Land called Oz

There’s a dude who has been publicising the human gene

The DNA

As a model for attitude formation

A model that is true

And has fashioned words for it seeking to show how it can help us through the mess we have created in human living.

He has called this model Spiral Works in Concert´, SWiC´ for short

In the company of others he has done what he can to fashion a popular culture out of it,

Using video, writing and song,

Even T Shirts

And designs for bumper stickers

So that the information now being secretly mapped

Can be accessed, tapped, by ordinary people

In the only way which can arrest the ecologically disastrous trends

Moving at a pace equivalent to the sprint going on in laboratory work.

And this only way is

Attitude.

The Human Genome Project is providing Knowledge about the Mighty Molecule. Achieving Understandings of it is a different and more important matter and , as I’ve indicated, attempts to describe these understandings have been given under the name of ‘Spiral Works in Concert’ (SWiC)

One such understanding to come from DNA, perhaps the most obvious, is that it proves racism to be a false idea. “No matter what part of the world we come from, whatever our culture or the color of our skin.

The genes declare “that all people are one”

As observed correctly by Vanessa Williams writing for the Herald Sun´,

Wednesday June 28, 2000, p.7

A “cellular family in molecular motion”, as I put it in a piece of writing for the newsletter of the Goldfields Local Exchange and Trading System (LETS) (1995). 

Furthermore, the operation of DNA features co-operation as the basic principle of nature and so gives lie to the principle of competition underpinning most economic policy, and being spread far and wide and deeply into the bodies of young people through many of our educational philosophies and practices.

One of the metaphors privileged by the proponents of the paradigm dominating economics these days is “the level playing field”. The idea implicit in “the level playing field” to which all, large and small, are invited to enter in what gets called “open competition”, is not only crude but of more significance, utterly at odds with the physics of nature. As shown by DNA, the action of genes is co-operative and occurs in complex interactions with other genes and the environment, whether this be to create health or disease.”The level playing field” is a linguistic construct serving the interests of the powerful and greedy, aiding the bully in the school yard, and eroding the co-operative principle at work in DNA. This is another of the obvious lessons to come from sequencing human DNA.

Set beside its three dimensional, spiralling and open-ended elegance, our linguistic practices are two dimensional at most, flat and enclosing, re-enforcing attitudes which are wasteful of our individual uniqueness, leading to behaviours which do immense damage to our environment and actively threaten our continued connection with what makes for the life of all living things, this being Energy in the form of DNA.

“The mapping of all mankind’s DNA “, Vanessa Williams writes again, ”ushers in a new era in medicine and biology, proving we are all one big genetic family no matter what the color of our skin”.

When consideration is given to the other aspects with which humans habitually identify themselves, then the mapping of DNA could usher in a new era in politics, social organisation, economic policy and education, as well as medicine and biology...and will do so when our attention moves from merely knowing about DNA and turns in a concerted way to the infinitely more interesting and difficult task of achieving understandings of it.

After all, as we all know, the map is not the territory., and so in this respect, the Mapping of the Human Genome must be seen as the beginning of a very long, indeed infinite, journey toward achieving understandings of what makes us and all other living things, including the Universe itself, and of our place in it.

We also know, or could, that it is not only with the idea of race that humans have formed primary allegiances but also with religions, politics, class, gender, social status, educational backgrounds, and a myriad of other cultural preferences to which we have attributed sufficient importance as to give them as reasons for denying what the Human Genome Project has so irrefutably shown, this being that we are all products or outcomes or expressions of the process which made us what we are. And first and foremost, what we are is expressions, manifestations, products of Energy in the form of DNA.

It is to the explication or unfolding of the meanings in this invincible fact of nature that I have devoted my life and would invite others wiser than myself to do the same. This is an invitation we humans can refuse only at our peril. It is a plea that we "spirals, work in concert.”

Your ideas about how we can do this spiral working are most welcome.

Have a Happy DNA Day.

Spiral on!

PROLOGUE to Spirals Work in Concert

PROLOGUE to Spirals Work in Concert

©John Kendall Graham

He was such a little boy to have such a big idea.

Indeed, the idea he had was so big that he could have been a giant – you know, the BIGGEST MAN or WOMAN or ANYTHING –  and still the idea he had would have been too big for anyone to carry alone.

But he was not a giant. He was sort of normal size. What made him feel so small was the size of the idea he had.

And he never ever wanted to have such a big idea. But he had it.

And he certainly did not want to be its only bearer. But he was, or felt himself to be.

He didn’t know why this idea came to him. But it did. Not “out of the blue”, as his mother might have put it. No blinding light of white. Not a formed vision. More like something that crept up on him, like an ant on a bare leg that he let crawl all the way to his crutch and upward across his stomach and over his chest and neck and even his face, around his head, both ears and then, finally, into his mouth, a little open as he lay there on the beach, in the hot sun, the salt water still drying drops of itself on his skin.

The closer the ant got to his head the bigger it grew until it had become as large as he was. And this was just the beginning of its growth. For once it had entered his brains it expanded with each body pulse. Each time he closed his eyes the world of living things multiplied, breathing themselves into sounds of speech that could go on endlessly, or so it seemed. Universal. Nothing of anything that ever was or would ever be was left beyond it, from the single ant to the galactic expanse of the night sky, with its millions and millions of stars.…which was when he remembered one night long, long ago.

It seemed yesterday, it could have been an eternity past and as well an infinite future. He was not even sure if it was his memory recalling it or the voices of his parents who told him of it, about that night, soon after he was born, when he introduced himself to the stars.

The faces of his mother and father took shape in his remembering, their mouths moving, smiling; their enquiring eyes looking down on him as they stood on the balcony of St.George´s College, an adjunct to the University of Western Australia, where his father was sub-warden. 

Enquiring eyes - brightening to wonder - as their first born child, their son opened his mouth and said: “Nigh, nigh tars”.