a reply to: robbystarbuck
Certainly all matter seems to be glued and set in form by waves as all matter has a frequency. We can appreciate how when we excite molecules we can
change the frequency of matter so it changes form. Heat boils water and it changes form. Fire reduces most things to the bare bone carbon component.
Certain radioactive waves when bombarding our human cells cause extensive damage to DNA sequences.
Matter is very unstable. It is always changing. Matter cannot hold a form for very long in the universe. Life is the most unstable of all matter; it
requires a constant outside energy source, feeding on other life to maintain its own singular structural integrity. The universe's animated matter is
cannibalistic; form consuming form and in turn being consumed.
This is the relationship and interplay of animated life; a drama set in motion by the universe itself. Remember, we are the universe. We are as much a
part of this drama as the trees; just as much a part of nature and a created form within this cosmic drama.
That is the nature of animated life on the physical level. To say that it is anything more without observable evidence can only be regarded as
imaginative speculation. I spend a lot of time speculating metaphysically and sometimes write poems as a record of certain ponderings of thought. Here
is a poem that muses on the limitations of "measurement" from the human perspective;
Did you test the depths or check the map
Before you entered, before the ice cracked?
Of course you didn't! You crashed through
Into an endless blue
Did you think there would be sign posts?
It's like the cosmos here and all are ghosts
Navigating unfathomable oceans
Of eternity existing all in one moment.
You might check as a reference point other traveller's tales
Creative memoirs, diaries straddled, pages in the wind trails
On these pages, cave art evolved, but how
Can evolution of progress be measured as anything more
Than change? Still the meaning is the same
Truly meaningless this door!
There are no sign posts, no direction to steer
A pit of archetypes that make a fallacy of fear
Messages and wisdoms too insoluble to be appropriated
No patterns reveal what the chasm conceals
There is no message.
There is no pattern
Swim a little longer, dive a little deeper
There was a kind of beginning
But the beginning is unrecognisable
No home to go back to
Only further exploration
Of forever, within the confines of a life time.