Answers Ap Bio Lab 8 Hardy Weinberg Problems

L 'albatross, the sailors, the poet and my thoughts

There is a poem by Charles Baudelaire, very beautiful and one of my favorites, whose title is Albatros.

says so:

often, for fun, sailors,
catching albatrosses, large sea birds,
below, indolent fellow travelers,
the ship that slips over the abyss bitter.
when laid on the deck
these kings of blue, ashamed and shy,
if they are unhappy with the great white wings like oars
hanging to their sides.
How funny and docile the winged traveler!
Shortly before so beautiful, how comical and ugly!
One's teases his beak with his pipe,
another, limping, mimics the infirm flying.
The Poet is like that prince of the clouds,
that defies the storm and laughs at the archer;
but, in exile on earth, including the taunts,
with its giant wings can not walk .

I find it beautiful because it compares the majesty of the albatross in flight, its beauty, its superiority when it is in heaven, compared with the awkwardness of when it is on earth.

It makes me think about what 's the man, able to fly high to elevate and improve, to pull out of what is divine in their own hearts.

But even able to go to meanness, deception and to invent excuses, create walls of physical and cultural, to complicate their lives and those of others so as Saramago says in his unmistakable style in the Memorial of the Convent "even The Devil is astonished and mercy of his innocence, a torture him so he never imagined the crowning of the punishment of his hell

Sometimes I reflect on this and I sometimes really feel like the poet's poetry, the taunts of "seamen" who can not conceive of nothing more than the deck of the ship, or land talking about people who have lost or never had the ability to imagine that we can live differently.

I think the problem is not the poor clumsy albatross on the deck, but the crew does not want to rise up and fulfill their potential.