Self-assembly and cell membrane

Perhaps the first time life breathed was when molecules clustered under a common purpose. Perhaps the first life was when there was an inside and outside, when molecules regarded something as 'self' and something as 'not-self'.

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And then to think, that perhaps life itself is matter breathing. A form is a transient boundary. It shifts, changes, renews, dies, reborns in a new form, continuing bubbling in and out of existence like breath itself. Though cell wall perhaps began life's story, it is just an assumption of life, not its truth. Its truth is something more, the provisional name of 'self' is just that, provisional. Just a handle and practical means of working with living. But when one is thinking of living, perhaps life is more than the gentle assumption of 'self'. Perhaps, these passing vibrations of breath in this universe, the immense complexity a temporary formation, a regard of 'self', an appreciation of all that is, an imagination of what is. 

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Form is provisional. An as-if of life. To have that mental expanse to harbour this complexity simply. What perhaps some sages say, hold lightly. Perhaps that too can be said of the 'self'. Hold it lightly. 

A form is just a passing expression of something vast, we are brief utterances of a larger expression. 

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And yet, life is whole. A life, a self, seeks wholeness, redemption, completion. And as an eye appreciating the universe, perhaps finds it in appreciation. Sometimes it takes the form of gratitude, sometimes, wonder. But at all times, life is on life's side, affirming itself, and since we are part of life's day, our wholeness is in positive being. Our wonder and imagination can traverse the night, but can make little of it unless we expand the mind further to hold the night well while strongly rooted in the day. There's deep everywhere. In day, in night. Deep speaks to the deep, and calms and quietens all questions. 

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A form is provisional. This thought, held well yields to life is all, all consciousness, known, unknown, surface, sub, and unknown deeps. It speaks through various instances of expression. That our everyday lives deal more with surface and each other shouldn't dim the larger landscape. It still is all here, in this very instance. Ever present, the deep substrata of existence perhaps speaking in silences when we let our surface quieten a bit. 

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That sometimes the surface is ruffled, is perhaps part of life. The ocean is sometimes calm, sometimes choppy. One thinks one knows it, but perhaps simpler to accept it and follow life's rulebook, the next best optimum step. And over time, beauty emerges. Everything is a system, and all our knowns an emergence. Beauty, time, being, all emerging qualities of the underlying iteration of next best next best and the next best step.