21 August 2015

Notes - one soul to go / mitochondrial / settled for sleep

         Late morning. You had a roofer from Mid-Miami come up to check on the roof and to give estimates for repairing or putting on a new roof. You’ll find out late next week. Either way it will be done this Fall. Jill K. arrived for housecleaning. Her husband Rod K. a recently retired Mason teacher is going to mow your yard rather than neighbor Tim King, Rod’s brother, because Tim had his appendix out last Sunday. You have been running errands and are presently at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road waiting for Carol. After dropping the groceries off you will head out for lunch. – Amorella

         1159 hours. Tim was lucky he survived the appendectomy as he has been having trouble for a year, that is, he is lucky it did not burst some time along the way. I have the final copy of our personal channel guide to run off and we are set to go.  When I was dropping in today’s blog date I noticed you said, “let it remain among us” in reference to my response to your most excellent question. Sometimes I make mistakes in translation when I type so I assume I should have written ‘between’ rather than ‘among’. Am I correct?

         No. ‘Among’ will do. – Amorella

         1207 hours. That’s fine. Thank you for the clarification.

         Later, orndorff. Enjoy the pleasant summer day. – Amorella

         You had an excellent salad, renegade steak and potato lunch at Longhorn’s. Jess was your server as usual. Now, for something quite different, you are reading in the shade of the hill and trees at the north end of Pine Hill Lakes Park. Carol is two/thirds of the way through Lee Child’s ‘Jack Reacher novel’ Personal (p. 402). – Amorella


         1431 hours. We are feeling full. Overall, for us, the steaks taste better at Longhorn’s. How do I return to the setting of Dead 10?

         Let’s go to it. -  Amorella

         1525 hours. I have 383 words I could use 250 more, mostly of poetry, but I need the humor too. Merlyn drops his anxieties in those last two lines, but open soul sees none of this – totally unaware, and in this flash perhaps it is Merlyn’s own soul who is observing.

         This is a line of thought but you have used this sort of devise before. Let’s have Merlyn get a new soul here – an exchange of souls but in this case it is his own. – Amorella

         1531 hours. I did not know the Dead might exchange their souls. How is one thing but why is another. Where would Merling’s old soul go? Where would his new one come from? Why is this important to the story?

         You felt you had exchanged your old soul for a new one back in the late 1980’s. Where did the old soul go? Where did the new one come from? Why would that have been done? What difference did it make? What difference does it make now? Take a break. Post. - Amorella


         1650 hours. I am to: “I search to ingest sustenance.” What does the soul assume the human heartanmind to be?

         ‘Passion’ popped into your mind first, before you asked the question. Let’s go from open soul’s perspective not yours. An analogy here would be – you are afloat searching for a naked sense of consciousness that needs protected as much as you need to protect something. You both gain something from the other. – Amorella

         1657 hours. I cannot think of the word*, but what comes to mind is the mitochondrial DNA. [I asked Carol and she told me right off – a *symbiotic relationship, that’s the word I could not think of. Three cheers for Carol.]

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Mitochondrial DNA: The Eve Gene
by Stephen Oppenheimer

To say that we get exactly half of our DNA from our father and half from our mother is not quite true. One tiny piece of our DNA is inherited only down the female line. It is called mitochondrial DNA because it is held as a unique circular strand in small tubular packets known as mitochondria that function rather like batteries within the cell cytoplasm. Some molecular biologists say that, aeons ago, the mitochondrion was a free-living organism with its own DNA, and possessed the secret of generating lots of energy. It invaded single celled nucleated organisms and has stayed on ever since, dividing, like yeast, by binary fission. Males, although they receive and use their mother’s mitochondrial DNA, cannot pass it on to their children. The sperm has its own mitochondria to power the long journey from the vagina to the ovum but, on entry into the ovum, the male mitochondria wither and die. It is as if the man had to leave his guns at the door.

So each of us inherits our mtDNA from our own mother, who inherited her mtDNA intact from her mother, and so on back through the generations – hence mtDNA’s popular name, ‘the Eve gene’. Ultimately, every person alive today has inherited their mitochondrial DNA from one single great-great-great- . . .-grandmother, nearly 200,000 years ago. This mtDNA provides us with a rare point of stability among the shifting sands of DNA inheritance. However, if all the Eve chromosomes in the world today were an exact copy of that original Eve mtDNA, then clearly they would all be identical. This would be miraculous,
but it would mean that mtDNA is incapable of telling us much about our prehistory. Just knowing that all women can be traced back to one common ancestral Eve is exciting, but does not get us very far in tracing the different lives of her daughters. We need something with a bit of variety.

This is where DNA point mutations come in. When mtDNA is inherited from our mother, occasionally there is a change or mutation in one or more of the ‘letters’ of the mtDNA code – about one mutation every thousand generations. The new letter, called a point mutation, will then be transmitted through all subsequent daughters. Although a new mutation is a rare event within a single family line, the overall probability of mutations is clearly increased by the number of mothers having daughters. So, within one generation, a million mothers could have more than a thousand daughters with a new mutation, each different from the rest. This is why, unless we share a recent maternal ancestor over the past 10,000 years or so, we each have a slightly different code from everyone else around us.


 
Over a period of nearly 200,000 years, a number of tiny random mutations have thus steadily accumulated on different human mtDNA molecules being passed down to daughters of Eve all around the world. For each of us this represents between seven and fifteen mutations on our own personal Eve record. Mutations are thus a cumulative dossier of our own maternal prehistory. The main task of DNA is to copy itself to each new generation. We can use these mutations to reconstruct a genetic tree of mtDNA, because each new mtDNA mutation in a prospective mother’s ovum will be transferred in perpetuity to all her descendants down the female line. Each new female line is thus defined by the old mutations as well as the new ones. As a result, by knowing all the different combinations of mutations in living females around the world, we can logically reconstruct a family tree right back to our first mother.

Although it is simple to draw on the back of an envelope a recent mtDNA tree with only a couple of mutations to play with, the problem becomes much more complex when dealing with the whole human race, with thousands of combinations of mutations. So computers are used for the reconstruction. By looking at the DNA code in a sample of people alive today, and piecing together the changes in the code that have arisen down the generations, biologists can trace the line of descent back in time to a distant shared ancestor. Because we inherit mtDNA only from our mother, this line of descent is a picture of the female genealogy of the human species. Not only can we retrace the tree, but by taking into account where the sampled people came from, we can see where certain mutations occurred – for example, whether in Europe, or Asia, or Africa. What’s more, because the changes happen at a statistically consistent (though random) rate, we can approximate the time when they happened. This has made it possible, during the late 1990s and in the new century, for us to do something that anthropologists of the past could only have dreamt of: we can now trace the migrations of modern humans around our planet. It turns out that the oldest changes in our mtDNA took place in Africa 150,000 - 190,000 years ago. Then new mutations start to appear in Asia, about 60,000 – 80,000 years ago. This tells us that modern humans evolved in Africa, and that some of us migrated out of Africa into Asia after 80,000 years ago.
 
It is important to realize that because of the random nature of individual mutations, the dating is only approximate. There are various mathematical ways of dating population migrations, which were tried with varying degrees of success during the 1990s, but one method established in 1996, which dates each branch of the gene tree by averaging the number of new mutations in daughter types of that branch, has stood the test of time.

A final point on the methods of genetic tracking of migrations: it is important to distinguish this new approach to tracing the history of molecules on a DNA tree, known as phylogeography (literally ‘tree-geography’), from the mathematical study of the history of whole human populations, which has been used for decades and is known as classical population genetics. The two disciplines are based on the same Mendelian biological principles, but have quite different aims and assumptions, and the difference is the source of much misunderstanding and controversy. The simplest way of explaining it is that phylogeography studies the prehistory of individual DNA molecules, while population genetics studies the prehistory of populations. Put another way, each human population contains multiple versions of any particular DNA molecule, each with its own history and different origin. Although these two approaches to human prehistory cannot represent exactly the same thing, their shared aim is to trace human migrations. Tracing the individual molecules we carry is just much easier than trying to follow whole groups.  

[I underlined for emphasis.] - rho

Selected and edited from --www.bradshawfoundationDOTcom/journey/eve.html

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         The above will do for an analogy. Now we need to convert it to open soul. Post. - Amorella 

         2205 hours. We had our late supper sandwiches while watching television. Carol is upstairs reading. I now have 421 words on Dead 10. Though open soul has a mouth it is a place to receive a simple complex of ‘human-like’ heartanmind. I am not sure how to introduce this open soul to Merlyn’s heartanmind which are already held intact by an old soul.

         This open soul is far older than the one Merlyn has; as old as Adam, one might say. – Amorella

         2211 hours. Words from Melville’s Moby Dick rise up – Ahab speaks to Starbuck – “Forty years” and I hit on the words as a harpoon would hit on the White Whale – I quickly engulfed the last chapters of the book. I understood. I understand a truth once setting within the mind of Melville. Whale and Ahab are tied together in Eternity, as are the soul and heartanmind. Which (daresay I) is the soul or the heartanmind? Which is soul and which is heartanmind – Moby Dick or Captain Ahab? (2242)

         You have spent time searching for more words from Moby Dick to satisfy your own anger and passion as to why it is that soul and heartanmind form a pact that drives your species into a near madness. What is the soul’s necessity to the heartanmind?

         I can see why the heartanmind, vulnerable to the elements beyond the physics would seek a soul for some semblance of protection, but not the other way round. What gains the soul? Even in a fiction such as this, what gains the soul by ingesting a heartanmind? (2300)

         Your anger is misguided, boy. Enough for tonight. Post. – Amorella

         2302 hours. I am pulled down by the majesty of Melville’s grand concluding chapters to Moby Dick.

         If this be the case, it is you who stand in heartanmind as Captain Ahab; but I know this is nothing but your own dark imagination that is angry at your birth into this world. It is as though you were cast out of a better place than Earth, not Heaven, and know of no just reason why this is so.

         2308 hours. Your words paste much childlike behavior within my heartanmind. You are correct. I need to mature where it counts most. Moby Dick, more than any other book, raises my passions to rebellion, not against G---D, but against my very soul. – rho

         There, you have settled yourself for a good sleep. Post. - Amorella        

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