It rained today for the first time in a while. I can’t remember exactly when it did rain last, so it was some time ago. We can’t all be dried up like prunes, so along comes the rain to plump us up again. It was looking pretty grim with the drought in so many places of the globe that do need basic food and water resources. Rain and rain can go away so that I can go out to play.
I know I have seen some pretty nice storms in the last two months while driving more than 12,500 kms. In driving so far, that has become an expected event along the way somewhere. Storms can be so picture perfect in denoting the violence of Nature. Everywhere we can see the peacefully patterned plodding of evolution being balanced with the immense power of chaotic destruction and violence. It is only natural that there be a balance to be appreciated with an appropriate interaction.
Take the season of Autumn, for instance. We do have to get out to see the glorious colours of the leaves that change before falling from the trees. It is a season of ending, slowing down of growth, and of the many preparations that do have to be made for the oncoming cold of winter. Where would we be if Jack Frost didn’t come announcing the frozen state of winter survival.
The changing of the seasons comes and goes in rhythmic succession. The same could be said of the patterns of life cycles, rising and falling in response to the seasonal variances. We are that, in a way, a genetically patterned evolution being expressed in all complexities until we run our course and become extinct like the rest of all living species. We will have our place and time as it is for all things. For every beginning there will be an end as we all do come to an end. How expansive and expressive we will be in our achievements can also be determined by the complexities of our genetic patterning.
The almost guttural grunt of acknowledgement by Suzuki in recording anything for the first time in a genetic sequence is just as an accomplishment of enlightened intellectual genius as the view of the first disappearance of interdimensionally faster than light accelerated propulsion travel of an ionized object within a laser beam. Who cares where we will go or how fast we will get there, but that we will succeed in copying the fullest extent of our patterns against the background of eternity. We don’t even yet understand the concept of interdimensionally multiuniversal existence. Again, who cares, beyond our own aspirations and expectations. We do.
We do as assuredly as we can by the genetically patterned sequences within our physical existences. We are already determined to accomplish and achieve what there is in our futures even though we may not have begun to realize it. But, it is there, in bold living colours for all to see. We are that which will continue or not as determined by chance circumstances of our existence.
Our star of a sun could explode. It may have already begun to explode without our realizing it. Will we escape the inevitable destruction or will our oceans dry up first? Will we grasp the reins of our imaginations or will we continue to slog along in the politicoreligious mire of sociocultural evolutions we dare to concoct at length in the hopes of following our ideals. There will be all kinds and sorts of traps along the way into our future. Our only hope is really to unbind and unblind ourselves enough to make our way at all.
