Rhapsody in C major

Rhapsody in C major

Photo by Feroze Omardeen (CC BY 2.0)

Originally published 30 January 2005

Hum­ming­birds and bananaquits at the bird feed­ers. Can’t help but smile. Can’t help but feel a thrill. Who can be glum in the face of so much ani­ma­tion — so much of what is—packed up in those tiny bod­ies, abuzz with life, turn­ing sug­ar into energy.

What I have in com­mon with the hum­ming­birds and bananaquits — and the ants, the boas, the love vine, the sea grape, the sand flies, the prick­le grass, the bat moths, the fish hawk, and the bar­racu­da — is car­bon chemistry.

All life on Earth is a flour­ish on the theme of car­bon. If life on Earth can be thought of as music, it is a rhap­sody in C.

Car­bon is the wiz­ard ele­ment, the arch­ma­gi­cian. No oth­er atom is so ver­sa­tile in its arrange­ments with itself. And no oth­er atom is so flu­ent in its con­ver­sa­tions with oth­er ele­ments; it forms alliances with ease and grace.

Of the 92 ele­ments that make up the nat­ur­al world, car­bon is the most pro­lif­ic when it comes to mak­ing mol­e­cules. Car­bon com­pounds out­num­ber the com­pounds of all oth­er ele­ments put togeth­er. We divide chem­istry into two branch­es: organ­ic chem­istry (the chem­istry of car­bon), and inor­gan­ic chem­istry (the chem­istry of every­thing else).

Car­bon is not so ready to give up elec­trons as, say, hydro­gen or cal­ci­um. Nor is it so eager to receive elec­trons from its neigh­bors as, say, oxy­gen or chlo­rine. It is a giv­er and a tak­er in mod­er­a­tion, in medio stat vir­tus. If ele­ments can be thought of as hav­ing per­son­al­i­ties, car­bon is steady, bal­anced, reli­able — wel­com­ing friend­ships, but con­tent with its own company.

These qual­i­ties make car­bon the arma­ture of life. Chains, trees, and rings of car­bon atoms are the skele­tons of all liv­ing mat­ter. The mol­e­cules that account for the mus­cles of the heart, the stink of a skunk, the col­or of car­rots, the hor­mones of sex, the taste of vanil­la, the hot pun­gency of pep­pers, have back­bones of carbon.

Plain old car­bon. As plain as soot. And old — as old as fire, as old as the char­coal cave draw­ings of our Cro-Magnon ances­tors. Car­bon was one of the first ele­ments to be uti­lized by humans in a pure form.

Where did this stuff come from?

In the begin­ning there was hydro­gen. Then, in the first few min­utes of the cre­ation, some hydro­gen nuclei fused to form heli­um. But the uni­verse was cool­ing too fast for heli­um nuclei to fuse and make the heav­ier ele­ments — car­bon, nitro­gen, oxy­gen, and all the rest.

Those ele­ments were cooked up in the hot inte­ri­or of stars. But when physi­cists start­ed con­sid­er­ing this pos­si­bil­i­ty, there was a prob­lem. Two helium‑4 nuclei fuse to form beryllium‑8, an unsta­ble ele­ment that lives for only about one ten-quadrillionth of a sec­ond, which did not appear to be long enough for a beryl­li­um nucle­us to cap­ture anoth­er heli­um to make carbon-12.

Then the astronomer Fred Hoyle and oth­ers pre­dict­ed that a third heli­um nucle­us might be cap­tured through was was called a “res­o­nant reac­tion,” where the ener­gy of the cap­tured par­ti­cle exact­ly match­es the min­i­mum ener­gy required to ini­ti­ate the reac­tion. The pre­dic­tion was based on the­o­ry alone, but soon atom­ic physi­cists con­firmed that the ener­gies were just so.

Now, as report­ed in a [2005] issue of Nature, the details of the process across a broad range of tem­per­a­tures have been refined exper­i­men­tal­ly, using data from the world’s great par­ti­cle accel­er­a­tors. The res­o­nant reac­tions at the cores of stars have not only been con­ceived by the human mind, but con­firmed on Earth — one of the great tri­umphs of astrophysics.

We are here — with the hum­ming­birds and bananaquits — because of a won­der­ful tune­ful­ness that’s built into nature. Every car­bon atom on Earth was cooked up in a red giant star before the Earth was born — leap­ing the beryl­li­um gap by a kind of musi­cal mag­ic. Nature singing the song of life.

As I watch the birds at the feed­ers I think of some­thing the Jesuit mys­tic Pierre Teil­hard de Chardin wrote: “Man has every right to be anx­ious of his fate so long as he feels him­self to be lost and lone­ly in the midst of the mass of cre­at­ed things. But let him once dis­cov­er that his fate is bound up with the fate of nature itself, and imme­di­ate­ly, joy­ous­ly, he will begin again his for­ward march.”

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