a double language twisted and enfolded in on itself,
underlying unity creating difference.
four letters sequenced in threes,
"22 meanings"
i stumbled upon by accident through you,
and i am here
"smaller than visible light, 125 billion miles long"
compressed into a tiny body.
visible and invisible,
me and not me.
a product of it examining the creator as though
i were separate from it.
i am me,
i am just my genes
and there comes a point when
even reductive materialism turns
into mysticism.
things that are unseen creating the seen,
the code that writes the eyes that see is blind they
say.
"70 times around between saturn and the sun"
without moving a single step.
"the DNA that is you is long enough to wrap around the earth
5 million times.
the informational molecule of life, both single and double.
in 4 billion years it has multiplied itself into an incalculable
number of species while remaining exactly
the same.
the master of transformation creating the air we breath
and the whole biosphere".
information hiding itself in life,
being life itself.
present and invisible to the naked eye with a language of its own
creating
you.
appearing to our eyes to be merely dead chemicals,
random unguided patterns of information not to be considered
intelligent or purpose driven
though they produce all intelligence and all purpose driven
beings.
a living language that looks like repetitive gibberish
but has a deep order and intelligence.
"the active genes that code for proteins and create the body of a
living thing only account for 3 percent of the genome.
the remaining 97 percent of the codes function remains
unknown.
containing over a hundred trillion times as much information
by volume as our most sophisticated storage devices.
organic and so miniaturized that it approaches the limits of physical
existence".
all the visible forms of life we see an almost invisible immaterial
construct of information that apparently informed itself
and informed everything else that lives
and we don't consider it intelligent or alive because it cannot
walk about and talk to us,
but its in us allowing us to walk about and
talk.
information codes and sequences,
language transforming itself into reality.
living breathing poetry.
described in words,
made of language,
but more than words.
a long body,
an acid,
a stream of language with a billion heads.
it runs through me
but i am only 5 feet tall
and i'm left wondering where
the ocean is.
The quotations are not mine. They're taken from a book called The Cosmic Serpent by Jeremy Narby.
