Who doesn’t enjoy a fairy tale? Or at least an interesting fictional story? So, imagine, if you will (and you must), a tiny speck of dust. I call it dust in order to create a word picture. Can you see it in your mind’s eye?
OK, now that tiny speck of dust is just floating around in, let’s call it space.
Or is it a non-dimensional vacuum? Doesn’t matter. Because the tiny speck of dust floats around and starts to feel its oats, you might say (but you wouldn’t have to because I just did).
Anyway…
Yeah, the tiny speck of dust is actually a compressed version of all matter. And it’s about to explode and cause a “universe” to come into existence. Now, stick with me ’cause this fairy tale has a happy ending.
After some HUGE internal combustion, this tiny speck of dust actually explodes. And a vast universe with possibly thousands or millions of galaxies unfolds into a glorious spectacle. Yeah, our puny human minds can only marvel at it all.
Now, here’s where it gets good.
In a little corner (figuratively speaking) of the universe a little system of swirling, whirling masses of molten goo start to spin around one larger mass of molten goo (we now call this our Solar System). One particular little mass of molten goo starts to form into something. Hmm, whatever could it be? An orb of interesting colors and combination of delightful chemicals.
Suddenly something (let’s call it lightning) sparks a little puddle of warm goo. And voila! The mutants are born. Or hatched, or seeded, or regurgitated or something. Anyway, here’s the point.
The mutants are the beginning of life on this little orb of molten goo.
Yowser, this is exciting stuff Maynard. The mutants immediately get to work on figuring out how to mutate into something better (whatever “better” is…it doesn’t matter). Because somehow they just know they have to do it.
Now, let’s reduce billions of years into a couple of sentences. The mutants eventually develop internal and external organs, skeletons, fingernails, skin, teeth, eyes, ears. Then, they invent Wonder bread, chewing tobacco, murderous video games, rap music, and thieving forms of government.
And to this day, according to many scientists, the mutants are still hard at work inside each and every organism. I can’t wait to see what they come up with next. Can you?
Excuse me for a sec. I gotta get this tiny speck of dust out from under my fingernail.
It’s me. I wrestle with me.
I know You can see my futility
So don’t let me be, and make me to see…
That it’s You. It’s all about You.
Whatever You do to carry me through
And bring me to You…well I want You to.
Lord, it’s all about You. (from my lyrics All About You) © 2008 TF
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