Em and I went to breakfast at Mimi's this morning so I could nurture my brain back to life after a night of scotch and cigars with the boys. (possibly the last opportunity of its kind for a few months) As the spicy Bloody Mary went about its assignment, I was considering DNA.
Our son will be thrust into the human race at any moment, and his genetic make-up was on my mind. An odd possibility occurred to me - what if the trillions of strands of DNA each of our cells contains were more than just a genetic roadmap for our bodies, but also an encoded "plan?" It's a compelling concept, the thought that DNA isn't just who we are, but what we'll do. More than just our predispositions, but also our accomplishments.
I'll bet someday we will discover that DNA is even more important than we know, and that a lot of the "junk" information in the strands actually means something. Perhaps it's a map to the location of our alien makers, or a good recipe for Ratatouille.
There is a movie plot there, somewhere. Now all that is left is to flesh it out, write a screenplay, do a storyboard, pitch it to a studio, hire actors, film it, produce it, market the film and get it into the theaters.
Or... just let it die here in my lonely little corner of the worldwide web.
I need to lay off the scotch.