(January 23, 2014 at 11:30 pm)orangebox21 Wrote:Except that life likely began in the deep ocean with cyano bacteria.(January 20, 2014 at 11:42 am)là bạn điên Wrote: I have just inherited a gold mine. Its a guaranteed winner, trouble is I need some money to invest in it. I think you should all invest 10,000 US dollars in it.
If you can provide a thousand or so witnesses to attest to this, then write an account showing the who/what/when/where/why/how's of said goldmine, then teach those thousand or so witnesses said account and that those witnesses would be willing to share it with others even if it costs them their life, and then if your account not only survives but become the most widely purchased/circulated book for the next two thousand or so years... then I'm in.
It also wouldn't hurt if you could work in starting our yearly time numbering system over at 1 coinciding near to the year you were born. We could refer to it as 1 GM.
With respect to chemical evolution as it relates to the origin of life, chemistry proposes a problem. Life cannot begin in the presence of oxygen molecules and life cannot continue outside the presence of oxygen. In the presence of oxygen the bonds that form amino acids are broken down and will not form (this would happen with oxygen in the atmosphere or with the oxygen molecule in water through hydrolysis). Without the presence of oxygen in the atmosphere UV radiation would destroy any amino acid as soon as it is formed.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
