Part
One:
Daughter, I want
to be able to explain to you why you are special.
It has nothing to
do with souls or god.
It has nothing to
do with purpose or ability.
The primary truths
between the lies that I have found to date are as follows:
There need be no
purpose for a singular organism to exist.
Odds are that you
as a biological unit would never be created.
You have no soul, neither
do I nor any other being, animal or plant
Souls imply a
filing cabinet of eternal identities sorted out between
Potential organic shelves
for the blink of a lifetime, which are re-filed and reinserted
Into symmetrical
combinations upon ceasing respiration into a physical or ethereal curio cabinet
Souls, spirits,
ghosts are impressions of the fear of complex life thirsting for immortality
In a selfish
tyranny of the mind’s eye peering through the looking glass of consciousness
To comprehend
beyond the baseline of sexual reproduction, gestation, birth
To the avenues of
love, companionship, friendship, reciprocity and communal responsibility
And yet wish for
an everlasting endowment based on one’s volition to distance our self
From the authority
of our genes to the arenas of an often perverted sense of kindness.
Humans are in the
end hungry for a solution to this core mathematical equation of life.
We create
god. We create religion. We make war.
We wage violence.
We rebuild. We pray.
We heal. We hurt. Some live.
Some die.
The lack of balance
in the process brings men to madness.
Einstein gifted
humans with realization of energy equals mass times the speed of light squared.
This beautiful
equation implies the exchange of what we are.
There is a reason
I put a poster of his face in your room at the age of four stating,
“Even Einstein
asked questions,” and took down the crucifix my grandmother gave you at birth.
It was not to swap
one deity for another, but to offer you why you are special.
My daughter, you
can ask questions.
Think about that
concept, what this opens to you and what so many in this world leave on the
nightstand unutilized each morn to night.
So often at the advent of one interrogative,
We uncover another
and another, and what I urge you to do is to never stop asking,
Never stop going;
for the beyond is as boundless as space time.
Space time always
was. There was no beginning and there
will be no end.
The universe we
know in such myopic experience may physically end, but
The plate of space
time on which the energy intermixed as dancing physical matter
Is not dependent
upon its continuance to exist or as an interval of folly or concern
Therein humans are
drawn to ask, “How does what I choose matter?”
The closest
iteration of truth to respond to this flowing inquiry is that
If one seeks to
phrase the question under a pretense of justice,
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