There’s a story to tell you
too fantastic to be believed,
how a bag of subatomic particles
became a bigger bag of atoms
and then grouped into molecules,
which fit together sympathetically
and finding fortune in an amazing
path, transcending and transforming
and using abundant energy to win out
by achieving replication, a form
of immortality as others came
into existence and then flittered
out of existence all around it…
Winning out over all others
to evolve into a life form, or so
we would come to call it, with
survival instincts and time to
emerge with the ability to
understand this was something more
than others which threatened
or which were to be resources,
others which could not understand
the sun which came and went each day
the seasons changing, existence
being terminal, and social existence
having value to achieving immortality…
And so the story goes, this bag of
particles, began to tell its own stories,
began to imagine something bigger
in the form of dreams of something
fantastic, of something beyond
life as an understanding, as if
there were a path to another form
of immortality, as if there were to be,
something which could be created,
which would last beyond the days,
of all which lived at the time of
awareness, beyond moments of history,
beyond the horizons of tomorrow….
But alas as the story goes,
this was but a moment in time,
in a universe which hardly noticed
in small part of a world where
the story only has value
because it was shared, because
it would be recorded in memory
and it would live in the very atomic
elements, which hold the story,
and survives beyond the horizon of
tomorrow, to be found again as
hope for another story which
is yet to be written…