Syntropy
Spirit - at the core of our lives, at the core of Nature, at the core of the Universe.

And, I would also suggest, at the core of science.
 

HAMLET'S ODE
TO THE 21ST CENTURY

To grow, or not to grow: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler on the Earth to suffer
The filth and waste of outrageous production
Or to take arms against a toxic sea of troubles,
and by opposing, end them? To breathe: to pause:
To look anew; and by this pause to say we end
The heart-ache and ten thousand unnatural shocks
That Earth is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To breathe, to pause;
To pause: perchance to dream: ay, there's the hope;
For in that breath of hope what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this monstrous myth,
Must give us pause; there's the nub
That makes a dread of so much hope;
For who would bear the poisons and foul stench of growth,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud industrialist's contumely,
The pangs of Gaia's wounds, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That Nature so unworthily takes,
When we ourselves might Earth-love make
With a bare choice? Who would sorrows bear
To choke and die a cancerous life,
But that the dread of life without the car,
The undiscovered country in whose bourn
Our dreams might live, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus dross materialism makes cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of greed,
And enterprises far beyond the goals of "more!"
and "more!" with this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Guy Dauncey
With apologies and thanks to William Shakespeare

First published in Econews, London (UK), 1989