ABSTRACT
Eiseley, Loren Men talk much of matter and energy, of the struggle for existence that molds the shape of life. These things exist, it is true; but more delicate, elusive, quicker than fins in water, is that mysterious principle known as “organization,” which leaves all other mysteries concerned with life stale and insignificant by comparison. For that without organization life does not persist is obvious. Yet this organization itself is not strictly the product of life, nor of selection. Like some dark and passing shadowwithin matter, it cups out the eyes’ small windows or spaces the notes of a meadow lark’s song in the interior of a mottled egg.
