Like a
pendulum swinging from chaos to enlightenment the human conscious is
contentious. Though with each passing era the manifestation of the contention
is different, from castles being siege, calvarias decimating tribes, trenches
being dug and blitzes rolling across the lands to information being dropped
like bombs across radio spectrums, life, like the mathematical equations that
create turbulence and vectors, is both beautiful and scary. Each waning epoch seems to bring on new terrors
only to fade away into new, more enlightened civilizations. The changing face
of terror into beauty and back again is as miraculous as the changing seasons. The
escalation to the point of turbulence is never known but quickly fades away
into a transformation that is only grasped by few, while the many never realize
the change until the time of its conception.
Life from
the smallest microbial to the earth itself is just a composite of itself being
re made over and over again. Even though the cells and microbial that make up a
human are probably not aware of each other their contribution to our existence is
as complex as humans’ stewardship of the earth. Whether we are the cancer that
kills the host or the DNA that evolves the conscious, Life is always re
inventing itself, becoming more complex and more awake than it was in proceeding
generations.
