Drive to Monument Rocks. Remember Charles Darwin: his love of gratuitous
mysteries, his vain endeavor to grapple with eternity, his wonder and marvel.
You breathe a night sky shot through with stars. The ocean floor holds you up.
These monuments honor no one, yet dead creatures rise there from earth into air.
These same elements make up your own body. Be humbled by what you cannot
understand, but do not turn it to miracle. Why worship your own ignorance?
Let Darwin’s words swim to you as fossil creatures swam the ocean of Kansas:
When I view all beings not as special creations, but as the lineal descendants of
some few beings . . . they seem to me to become ennobled. The towering rocks are
remnant of, yet monument to, the fossil sea of Kansas. Someday, you will join them.
— Thomas Fox Averill