All life on Earth is the result of one cell dividing, transforming and merging for almost four billion years; forming all the species on the planet, our immense family tree.
There is no beginning of my life, other than that first cell.
The egg from my mother was alive. The sperm from my father was alive.
They merged and formed something new, but life was there all the time.
Death is always personal and has always been.
Cells and bodies die, cease to exist; while life reuses all the parts.
Only one life,
but many deaths
We became aware of our wast continent; Eurasia. The landmass we are living on. Living in its north-west corner.
As cultural beings, our minds are turned towards the Atlantic; Asia is far away, America is close.
But I can walk or bike to China, India and Irak.
I can go by train from the railway station in my village to the other side of the continent.
The wolfs and birds roam across the continent, the plants too, but slow.
The deep divide between Europe, the Middle East and Asia is cultural, not biological and geographical.
An amazing, new feeling of belonging to our whole continent, not only to the Scandinavian peninsula or the European corner but to all of it. Wow, my home got broader and more diverse.
I am a fertilised egg in the middle of the circle.
All I have to do is divide and grow, divide and grow, divide and grow …
And I do, and it’s lovely to be lifeforce.
What cells will turn into nerves, brain, eyes, lungs, kidneys, muscles, skin;
Is not my job. I don’t have a plan, only potential.
The swirling blankets; the morphic fields, danced by my friends,
are the patterns that have been repeated billion of times.
The patterns now forming me.
There is no unique biological matter. The difference between mud and humans is the way the atoms are organised.
It has taken me some time to grasp this. I’m used to viewing my body as made of a kind of living substance, some biological matter. Though I know, intellectually, that I only consist of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and a bunch of other chemical elements.
When I follow the matter that makes up my body back in time, I end up at the birth of the Universe. My particles have a 14 billion years long unbroken history of being around.
When I follow the cells that make up my body back in time, I end up at the first common ancestor cell. The information about how to organise a living cell has a 3,7 billion years long history of passing on information.
The depth of history my body contains is twofold mindblowing.
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Tags: Biological, Deep History, Human body, Physical