“Why would a perfect designer,” she asked, “use a wrist bone to do the job of a finger? Why not just grow a real thumb? Why these crude, spare parts?”
It was a hack. A jerry-rig.
She looked directly at Finch. “The panda’s thumb is not a symbol of perfection. It is a footprint. A record of a past. It tells us that the panda started as a meat-eating bear, and when it switched to bamboo, evolution did not scrap the chassis. It just glued a spare part onto the wheel. It is quirky, imperfect, and utterly wonderful because of its flaws.” El pulgar del panda - Stephen Jay Gould.pdf
She touched the glass one last time. "Keep tinkering, little bear," she whispered. "You’re doing fine." “Why would a perfect designer,” she asked, “use