Receptivity. Responses and some notes

Life begins with moving, and as one of the scientists says, throwing its gene as far in future as it can. We do not know time yet. Perhaps space creates time because movement and motion. And a being - perhaps is all there, and the consciousness moves through it, creating the illusion of time. Perhaps there's nothing new under the sun, except our feelings and thoguhts, which are as true and untrue as one would call them. At least mine are. If you pin them, I defend them, if not they pass. They are quire wondrous things. And completely local and easily vanished. A very little point, this life weighed against eternity. There a persisting thing, perisisting with a consistent intensity. And here a flighty, shifty life, all laid out, past future, not even knowing its true self, except that some places it finds itself quiet and unquestioning, comforted, almost home. This life weighed against eternity is little indeed. And hence, what would it even ask of eternity? It can just about wonder at it. 

It begins with perception. Photons are perhaps the most abundant things in the universe. And life is a system of responses. There is the stimuli, and then the response to light is photosensitivity. Light is a proxy of other things for life. Energy. Chemicals of life get moving on absorbing photons. At a fundamental cellular molecular level, the words are all shapes and fitting together like little lego blocks. Our thoughts in comparison look so untidy and imprecise. Life's molecules respond to light. And this sensitivity to light over iterations reads itself in the mind, from a dim sensitivity, to the plant's machinery, to the vision of the world swimming in light in the human eye. Photoreceptivity. 

Receptivity and reaction. Life is that way passive, a system of response, a receptor, a receiver. There must have been a breathing in first, then breathing out. A few molecules clustered and set something in motion that created life. Somehow there emerged an inside, a self, an identity, a belonging together of the cluster. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow. And it began responding. Breathing in and by default what it could not hold was thrown out, breathing out. And as if, as if it figured out something new, something unique, immediately the greatest notekeeper life started taking down notes to repeat the same sequence again and again and again. And not just taking notes, but immediately set to copying and distributing, copying and distributing its first notes which it still does though over time the system of responses have grown, the stimuli have multiplied under the network effect, and we have come to become a social surface animal. But life as if still singing its very first hum, still copies and distributes the very first notes and instructions of how to BE. And that is all there is. A system of responses, and a few notes. And just life's glee at being :)

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I'll add notes on vision and photosynthesis too. But first this receptivity.

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The first intake of breath was an intake of water and its constituent molecules, and what in it could connect with the self, somehow help in its notetaking and being, stayed, and everything else got thrown out. Life had a very simple purpose, and perhaps still has, to BE. It does everything to be, and it notes, copies and distributes whatever it learns along the journey relentlessly. We are a product of that incessant note-taking. Our DNA if anything, a capsule history of life from its earliest beginnings to all the variations it has gone through to make something immensly complex compared to the first breath of life, something like us, or any other animal. 

The first reception was to water, and its gifts. Then once it figured out what works best, there was directed motion towards getting the best. And in all that it is said, that generally where light was, there was the best. Light became a proxy for the good things of life (as our life). There are thriving survivors of the dark too. Light, or photons are the most abundant free things of sorts in this universe. Once life figured out the basics of movement, food, propagation with local elements, it began to use proxy or intelligence or heuristics or hacks or efficient optimisation or learning or knowing, to go in the shortest possible time to the place where the good stuff was. The air that it needed. The molecules that it needed.  Receptivity to light slowly brought the world in visual existence, from dim light to perhaps our vision too. It is just a version of seeing. It is just a receptivity to photons. Birds and other beings see something else. We see the world a particular way.

This sensitivity of light, slowly evolved into using light as a trigger to certain energy processes allowing to capture the energy in life chain itself. And once it began to capture energy from the most abundant thing in this universe, there was no looking back. Plants cover every corner, every crevice where possible. It took eons and eons and iterations upon iterations for the notebook to grow to the size of our DNA. But it did. 

Life is the whole. Its interest is to BE. We are an expression, part of the chain. Feeding on, as well as eventual food. The mind when it grows can hold this process, system, larger thought in its own view of the self. There is a deeper mind that speaks through whatever avenues it can find. At the core, it just persists to be, and note and copy and distribute. To hold this thought gently. That we are a part of a larger whole, and that life's interest is in Being, and perhaps its core activity of noting, copying, distributing. 

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In us, it finds written language. But perhaps finds it too clumsy. Strives and strives for perfection. Finds fiction. Finds poetry. (everything else is too linear and straitjacketed for its purposes. Too much reason). But still struggles to communicate states of being through words. How do you communicate metamorphosis, a change of state through linear 'reason' language. But hasn't given up I feel. Perhaps like always, it will figure it out.

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All above is how my mind imagines it happens - perhaps it is fiction. It updates its thinking and imaginary space when it reads the learned and the scientists. But I like to think of it too...and this is how I feel.

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Perhaps we should learn from breathe. We keep too much holding on to what is, what was, to our 'selves'. Perhaps we should too breathe in the self, and breathe it out. Let what needs to stay, stay and everything else gets thrown out. Begin afresh often, renew yourself again and again and again. Find what stays and build on it, note and distribute. And just be, with glee :) 

Everything else is surface ripples.