Eventual Point

Eventual point: 

of ever smaller things and the eventual point of being nothing - that my body itself is made of parts, limbs to organs, and all function as the whole. This is my description as visible form, objects in their vital role to keep me healthy and alive. Yet more subtle still, and my every part is made of cells, complex compounds of organic molecules, nucleic acids, proteins, lipids and carbohydrates. Everything's essential here, intricate in order, a miracle really, that all of this has been gathered as life material, communicating for the appearance of my heart, eyes, skin, brain. 

over all it seems, I am a collection of cells, and the molecules that form them.

and yet, of even smaller things, and I come to atoms, and that a molecule exists because of a chemical bond between atoms. The foundation of the world, building blocks that form my body, trees, every object seen and the invisible role of gasses, everything owed to the attraction of atoms - and amazingly it's all due to even smaller things in a wish to share. Particles, protons, neutrons, electrons, swirling in creation of an atom. This is a dance of energy, gravity giving cause to attraction and repulsion, and all this an unseen force, my existence made possible by they invisible. 

electrons seem to be a thing of their own, nothing smaller here for them, but protons and neutrons are made of quarks, elementary particles that have a dance of their own. These are points of energy now, an entire realm of infinitely small, and all still parts of my larger cause. With this arrives some guesswork, that perhaps not points at all but strings, smaller than the smallest subatomic particles, and most simply put - vibrations. I've come to my smallest possibility, a frequency, vibrating through infinite other chords, a universe of energetic symphony. 

so smallest of all, and I've arrived to universal proportions, my eventual point of being nothing but a frequency, a plucked note of existence within an infinite song of energetic creation. My eventual point is of a chord - that I am the makings of a symphony, vibrating, and in my most quiet moments, before the days rush of sounds, I can here myself as a subtle hum, knowing that at my smallest, eventual point...

I am just a song. 

~

Peace, Eric