Life’s Essence
We think we’re so smart
Yet we really don’t even know what life is
Sure you can boil and pipet
You can microscope and experiment
You can hypothesize, theorize
We can discover
Oxygen, carbon dioxide, glucose
Neurons, mesons, electrical processes
DNA that tells us everything
Fourteen complex reactions for every photon
Processing it into vision
A hammer and nail, tapping morse code
Turning it into electricity and then to sound
We know all of this
Yet we can throw it all into a bucket
And not have one nanogram of life in the mix
All the ingredients
Simple, complex
But not one ounce of spirit
All of this material can exist in a corpse
But cannot regenerate itself anymore
So what is life? What is it for?
The scientists and philosophers have their own ways of knowing
But I like the poetic answer:
We don’t know
But it surely looks and sounds and smells and tastes and feels
Like love
8/24/19 kdc
