Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Vortex/Vertigo

Today as I was tucking Joel in, I looked at his face and thought about how weird it is that his future grown up face is already in there, in his DNA, waiting to unfold. Like nature has its plan for him but won't share the blueprints with me, his own mother.

Then thought a dizzying thought - what if we don't really grow up, if time doesn't exist, if cells rather come together than divide. If life is lived backwards but we can only experience it back to forward from this end.

It's not likely, but I'm playing with this thought.

It's a childish thought in the best meaning of childish - letting nothing stop your imagination from doing what it wants to do in your head, setting your mind free from the silly filter.

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