MITOCHONDRIAL DNA

 

Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,

My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.

 

For it the nebula cohered to an orb,

The long slow strata piled to rest it on,

Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,

Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
All forces have been steadily employ’d to complete and delight me,

Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.

 

Walt Whitman – Song of Myself (1892 version)