An Origin of Life assumes that at some deep, ancient time, Life did not exist.
That Life struggled forth from a miraculous -- or non-miraculous -- alignment of ecological variables,
Then Life must one day twinkle and fade, stars in the dawn of the day that one of those variables wavers or zips away!
But, does not our very existence prove the inevitable potential of Life; Life as Eternal as Lifelessness?
These novel forms of ours--must be locked into the Eternal. Essential Forever.
Mortality, as with Birth...perhaps these are illusions. Our little bodies, see them there?, tripping through the forest.
11.6.05
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from Transient Random Noise Bursts With Announcements
I'm Going Out Of My Way:
To compose, and decompose, to decompose
The ebb and flow of the darkness
The ebb and flow de ma paresse [of my laziness]
To compose, decompose, and recompose
From a minute to another
From minuscule to the grandeur
To compose, decompose, I wander and I slip
Get all those ghosts out of my sight
They devour all of my might
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