You are here.
Your body lives here in this world.
And every moment of every day, your body goes about the constant busyness of living.
It is a universe of cells, trillions of living beings coordinating with each other for the
unknown and unknowable higher purpose that is you. As if biology were a kind of
You move; you are moved.
You are at home; you are a home.
A cell lives here in this body.
Its work is its life, and its life is its work.
It is a galaxy of molecules, the swirling of billions of colors and shapes and sizes and
textures on a cosmic canvas. The pointillistic creation of tiny miracles.
Like you, it moves and is moved.
Like you, it is at home and it is a home.
A molecule lives here in this cell.
It is the maker of the bonds that bind and bend and break and bridge.
It is a constellation of atoms, weaving points of connection through the weft and warp of
time and space. Messages written in the stars that twinkle with the element of surprise.
It makes a home.
An atom lives here in this molecule.
It is the pulling and pushing and spinning.
It is a solar system of particles, the revolutionary action of perpetual movement
manifested through fundamental forces. The gravity of revelation.
The moving of time,
and the making of space.
A particle lives here and not here in this atom.
It sets everything in motion; it is motion.
It is a mystery unto itself, and within that mystery dwell all the secrets of the universe.
Everything in its place;
everything exactly where it should be.
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