Everything talks:
empty, receptive - until a molecule informs me. It's then my world explodes with vibrant color, sounds, and scent, vital news of my surroundings. I am so many intricate, infinitely small things, and yet most of all I am the communication of these seeming parts that somehow translates to the whole of my existence. Of cells to molecules, atoms and the particles that swirl to their formation, everything talks me into being, providing information that shapes every aspect of my world.
and all this without cause, at least none that science knows and religion only speculates upon. It seems truly that I exist as some urge, an attraction across vast emptiness for a particle to bond and ensuing atoms to collect. By various sequence we come to molecules that then give life to cells. So where do I begin in all this? Not one aspect can be said to contain me by essence and yet not a single detail can be missing or I don't exist at all.
so what I really am is an interaction.
a process.
and a somehow urge to be.
everything talks, and it's a dialog of existence, emptiness in conversation with itself as form. What I am, appearing now, is a verb within this trade of words, another point of information that's vital to the whole. This is the science of self-dialog, a philosophy of communication, but mostly it's not an explanation at all. It's simply being, belonging as an intimate role within this conversation.
it wouldn't exist without me.
~
Peace, Eric
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