Up from the pond

Up from the pond

Artist's rendition of early Earth (Public Domain)

Originally published 5 September 1983

Life is almost as ancient as the earth itself. Pre­cise­ly how, when and where life made its debut on plan­et Earth may nev­er be known. But most con­tem­po­rary sci­en­tists agree that the first liv­ing cells arose from spon­ta­neous arrange­ments of non-liv­ing matter.

Even the sim­plest liv­ing thing — a bac­teri­um, for exam­ple — seems mar­velous­ly advanced over the most com­plex non-liv­ing struc­tures. If ever there was a “miss­ing link,” it is the giant step between the shelf of dead chem­i­cals and the liv­ing organ­ism. That the ani­mate should arise from the inan­i­mate must always seem a bit of a miracle.

Why did the mir­a­cle hap­pen only once, three-and-a-half bil­lion years ago, and not again since? In Dar­win’s day it was protest­ed that if life came from non-life at some time in the past, then we should see the same thing hap­pen­ing today. New crea­tures should spring from every fetid pool. Every rain bar­rel should clam­or with exot­ic organ­isms. And, of course, such things do not hap­pen. In our expe­ri­ence, life — always, invari­ably, reli­ably — comes only from life.

Dar­win had a wise reply: If a sim­ple form of life appeared spon­ta­neous­ly today, it would imme­di­ate­ly be devoured or absorbed by liv­ing crea­tures. In our present envi­ron­ment, life is per­va­sive and vora­cious. A fresh starter would­n’t have a chance.

What is required for the spon­ta­neous gen­e­sis of life, said Dar­win, is a “warm lit­tle pond,” rich with the right chem­i­cals and free of liv­ing preda­tors. Dar­win’s “warm lit­tle pond” was the plan­et Earth about three-and-a-half bil­lion years ago.

More pre­cise­ly, the “warm lit­tle pond” was Earth­’s thin skin of water and air. With­out that gos­samer film of flu­ids the Earth would be as life­less as the Moon.

The molten Earth

The Earth would be as bar­ren as the Moon except for one extra­or­di­nary event: Ear­ly in its his­to­ry, the plan­et melted.

The Earth was warm at its for­ma­tion. The squeeze of grav­i­ty, radioac­tiv­i­ty, and the bom­bard­ment of aster­oids heat­ed it fur­ther. A good part of the Earth­’s bulk is iron, and of the major mate­ri­als that make up the Earth, iron is the heav­i­est and has the low­est melt­ing point. When the tem­per­a­ture of the warm­ing Earth reached the melt­ing point of iron, the iron liq­ue­fied and fell toward the cen­ter, dis­plac­ing lighter rocky mate­ri­als. This “big burp,” this huge turnover of the Earth­’s sub­stance may have been the most momen­tous event in the plan­et’s his­to­ry. The falling iron, like a pile dri­ver, released ener­gy in the form of still more heat. The plan­et melt­ed. Per­haps it melt­ed com­plete­ly. Per­haps it became a big red liq­uid bub­ble of molten met­al and rock.

When the plan­et melt­ed, the water and gas­es that were trapped in the body of the plan­et escaped to the sur­face. They bub­bled from the sur­face of the molten Earth even as they do today from vol­ca­noes, gey­sers and hot springs. The water, of course, was in the form of steam. The sur­face of the plan­et was still too hot for water to exist as a liquid.

The sur­face of the young plan­et may have looked like the churn­ing fire-pit of Hawai­i’s Kilauea vol­cano, cov­ered with broad lava lakes that crust over and quick­ly melt again. Even­tu­al­ly, as the plan­et cooled, a per­ma­nent crust began to accu­mu­late like a scab on a raw wound. Even as the crust formed, it was bom­bard­ed by mete­orites, chunks of rock and iron left over from the for­ma­tion of the Solar Sys­tem. For mil­lions of years there was a rain of stone from the sky, pum­mel­ing the sur­face of the young plan­et. More water and gas­es may have arrived with the mete­orites to become part of the accu­mu­lat­ing atmosphere.

Perpetual rain

As the Earth cooled, water vapor in the atmos­phere began to con­dense into droplets and fall as rain. At first, when the rain fell onto the hot crust it boiled off as steam, like drops of water flung onto a hot grid­dle. The steam rose into the atmos­phere, con­densed, and fell again. It rained every­where on the hot cloud-dark­ened plan­et. For thou­sands of mil­lions of years there was not a sun­ny day, not one star­ry night. Light­ning crack­led con­tin­u­ous­ly. Even­tu­al­ly the sur­face cooled to the point where where could remain liq­uid. It siz­zled and steamed on the flanks of vol­ca­noes. It cas­cad­ed into the low­land basins and the bowls of impact craters. At last the skies began to clear and the sun glis­tened on a sparkling sea. The Earth had acquired an ocean.

When the skies cleared, when the vol­ca­noes qui­et­ed and the cos­mic bom­bard­ment slack­ened, the Earth was encased in a film of air and water. It was still a bleak and bar­ren place, still warm from its birth and bathed in radi­a­tion from the sun. But as vio­lence from above and below sub­sided, it was unde­ni­ably home.

And so was Dar­win’s “warm lit­tle pond” pre­pared for the com­ing of life.

Life from afar

Some sci­en­tists have sug­gest­ed that life arrived on Earth from else­where, ful­ly formed. It might have arrived by acci­dent, they claim, as a pas­sen­ger on a mete­orite or comet. Or the Earth might have been “seed­ed” by an extrater­res­tri­al civilization.

But it hard­ly seems nec­es­sary to invoke an out­side ori­gin for life. All the ele­ments required for life were avail­able in the ear­ly oceans and atmos­phere. There was plen­ty of ener­gy avail­able to trans­form the chem­i­cals of life into liv­ing organ­isms. The pond was stocked with the right ingre­di­ents. The pond was warm. Earth was poised for the mir­a­cle of life.

Per­haps no one has expe­ri­enced more pro­found­ly the spe­cial char­ac­ter of the Earth as a suit­able envi­ron­ment for life than the few crea­ture who have left its sur­face. The astro­nauts who went to the moon took a bit of the “warm lit­tle pond” with them, back­packs full of the flu­ids and gas­es which are the medi­um of life on Earth. Stand­ing on the cold, dry, air­less lunar plains they looked out into the black void of space and saw the plan­et Earth hang­ing from the sun by a slen­der grav­i­ta­tion­al thread, glis­ten­ing in its del­i­cate sheath of sea and cloud.

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