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The relationship between literary evolution and biological evolution allows me to understand each more comprehensively independent of each other. As we have discussed in class recently, at the beginning of the semester we first looked at evolution in such a huge general sense. The universe as a whole was our starting point and this funneled down to where we ended - a microcosm of society in Zadie Smith's On Beauty. Biological evolution spurs from a series of random events, yet after analyzing the process as more of a story than anything else, it really is just that. Biological evolution is a demonstration of itself, further evolving as we think about it more. We give it meaning. We define it because we are the only species that puts words to it to understand it. It may be possible that the birds understand evolution as best as we do, yet have no way of communicating their said comprehension. So where does this leave us? Certainly this draws me back to Thursday's discussion in Anne's section about reality. There is no confirmed notion of reality, and the universal reality that we all experience is truth which we cannot fully reach or ever comprehend. Therefore, we have no full grasp on reality, only on our own experience of what we encounter.