( October 2o12 )
When there is nothing,
there is arguably no time neither.
Since there is time, there is probably not nothing.
So what could that something be?
My thoughts tend to stop somewhere around the beginning.
It's too difficult to imagine what was before,
and how it got there in the first place.
But whatever created this universe,
or universes,
it made an incredible shot.
Because from then on, the chain of galactic storms, bolts and thunders,
followed and forgone by long periods of stable solar systems pondering around,
it created a circle of circles producing so many hazards again and again,
so for at some point not only new little systems sprung out of the volcanoes on Earth,
but also they developed techniques to survive.
And another incredible amount of hazards later, a few of those little organisms,
they had liberated themselves from the chains of circles
by starting to describe them
- or so they thought.
It anyway changed everything.
It might have been the moment somebody out there said 'perfect',
smiled
and walked off to try another shot somewhere else in eternity.
...
Life is so precious not because it is fragile, as well,
but because it was such an impossibility for it to happen in the first place, indeed.
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