Bubbles

... of oil and DNA

Not sure why this huge field of tiny seeds suddenly became a metaphor for humanity, and this sprang to mind:

Fifth Philosopher's Song

A million million spermatozoa
All of them alive;
Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive.

And among that billion minus one
Might have chanced to be Shakespeare,
another Newton, a new Donne—But the One was Me.

Shame to have ousted your betters thus,
Taking ark while the others remained outside!
Better for all of us, froward Homunculus, If you'd quietly died!

—Aldous Huxley (1920)

Once upon a time, that poem appealed to my teenage angst and it's stuck in my mind all these years. A certain search engine popped it up in milliseconds which would have been unthinkable back then.

I actually feel quite cheerful today, despite just learning that Nestle says that water is not a human right and is trying to privatise water supplies for profit Nestle