UniVerses

Mist
mist
 
a myriad of droplets fill the musty air
the gloaming smothered by the stuffy fog
dank odors, too, enveloped in the glare
thoroughly the ether’s waterlogged.
invisibly groping seeds catalyze
the semblance of a shape to form around
like inklings, senses, hints that tantalize
the gist of ideas unformed, still underground
perceptibly moisture coalesces
and winks upon my windshield drizzly rain
each drop with light briefly opalesces
then in rivulets washes earthward again
as the mist crystallizes upon the nucleon
thus our lives briefly twinkle and are gone

In the span of the universe our lives are infinitessimal. Yet we are part of a much larger process we cannot comprehend. An individual cell cannot conceive of an idea, yet sentience has evolved through something made up of cells. How does this work? 

The behavior of light provides an interesting insight into transcendentalism.

Text Copyright 2009 Robert Parker Lenk. All rights reserved.

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