2/18/03

What is this i'm doing here?
This incoherent mumbling,
this self-centered mumbo-jumbo
this silliness
This is unregulated, unthoughtful
I write from the hip
sudden, blastful thing

Let's clear the air
here
I like writing better when I write so fast I can barely read the words
this fastness
This thought protrusion
this is some type of poetry? this is free flowing blastocystic creation
This is zygotic, some profoundly, yea, somewhat prokaryotic creation
like a volcanic explosion
Some wrecklessness that appears in the organization of this foolish life
Not how it should or should not be, but what is real
Real is this sudden creation of the prokaryotic cell
and yet here we are
and we ask "what was God thinking?"
And the answer that seems most logical is that God
The creationist
The being that created the possibility of the eukaryote
The unsupposed inevitability of the meeting between the sex cells that results in the zygote
The logical answer is that there was no thought of this
The prokaryote was created, fine, but in that creation was the possibility for evolution
That possibility lies in the fact of imperfection
The fact that change could occur in the reproduction of the cell
And here we are
mutated to such an extent that we are a trillion cells working together to allow some moving mess of universal matter to lie in a dead room and reflect on the unthoughtfullness of form, of creation
We are a result of possibility
If the creator had meant to make us exactly as we are, then this creationist would have made us exactly as we are, or were made to be
But instead we are a result of change and continue to change
there is no constant being
If we were created in an image
we would all look the same
we are a creation of possibility
a result of change
We're just a huge complex erector set project
and furthermore we're just a blip on the timeline of change
we may even take our evolution into our own hands
take the reigns of possibility and press the pause button
or orchestrate some control of this evolution of which we have been powerless under
We are already doing this
We are results of possibility of the creation of something more simple than one of our one trillion cells
and yet we are trying to harness the power of possibility
the movement of change
Our existence is the result of random mutation, variation, change, and yet we are hell bent on controlling that which we are most afraid of,
that which created us,
God