Somewhere in a Parallel Universe, Far Far Inside: In the Beginning Was the Word…

The existence of a planet with atmosphere, and all that entails—mostly nitrogen, but more especially oxygen, evolving from a cold almost-empty universe, consisting of little or nothing, mostly just simple hydrogen, tending towards helium, picking up electrons like a reluctant suitor at a dance marathon that never really ends, mixing multi-flavored quarks for courage, and forming alliances and partnerships and condominiums and time-shares with protons and neutrons spawning helium and nitrogen and gold and silver, a dance marathon of basic attraction, the attraction of opposites, positives and negatives, proclaiming neutrality and clinging to each other for dear life, the hope and the promise if only hydrogen and oxygen and carbon can get along well enough to finally look in the mirror and see that it is good, good enough to keep, good enough to reproduce, good enough to plant seeds and watch them grow in a symphony of organic life that has barely scratched the surface of a planet that only recently got solid, only recently got liquid, only recently got UV protection from an ever-blazing sun, finally forming cyanobacteria, blue-green algae, just to test the waters, nothing more, nothing less, soaking up a little sun and giving off a little oxygen day after day after year after year after century after millennia after era after epoch for a billion years or more, restless atoms forming molecules forming compounds forming single-cell organisms with the urge to merge, the urge to replicate, the urge to go forth and divide, divide and conquer, ultimately conquering nature, the same nature from which it derives, conquering itself while conquering the Other, the conquering Hero of a thousand races, alpha male in a world of females, ready willing and able to re-create in their own image and likenesses, but not exactly, not precisely, always changing always drifting, just enough to give some sense of direction, give some sense of purpose, give some sense of evolution painting upon a blank silver screen, creating stars in the void, creating order out of chaos, creating stars in the ‘hood, creating Aristotles and Alexanders and Buddhas and Muhammads and Lincolns and Fords and Lady Gagas and Justin Biebers—just might be the greatest story ever told, one of the most incredible things that has ever happened in a universe that might not even exist if we homo sapiens sapiens were not here to imagine it so.  But we can change all that…