The Great Master of Genome

Who is that great Master or gnome who so long has played with theory of probability and evolution, and created such beautiful genome - from myriads tinniest living bricks built up and polished yours cherished elegance, fine eyes, smiles and tricks? Who and how entered, pressed down all world in super spiral of DNA, and now trying to beat off this precise construction for nothing with one exact strike of key? On such level of micro and macro need search this enigma and answer for such strong urgency for beauty? In the tinniest atom and in the stars association, on the sun burning surface in the dark depth of frozen world of Europe in the mouth of Black Hole where we cannot see nothing except complete future of Universe, everywhere and forever above us and below, inward and upward our world and nowhere, diminishing for misery and nothing I just caught your marks and recollections And will do it on and on. Omnipresent and omniscient omnishining and omnivictorious as the prophet of science to proclaim all other mysteries are preposterous compare with that marvel shown in the surface just as that kind and mild woman with beautiful countenance and adore so great, peaceful and divine. O my love, present me culon something from you, for I have not left along, even if odd and incompatible our genomes, I want to save your image, how you smile and dance hoping create your clone and survive you once before the Master of billiards with one precise and big bangs strike crashed down and strive out the balls structure in triangle for creating new perfections and marvels are myriads from part of what that I had been so inspired and gobsmaked.