So the new thinking now within the scientific community about the way genes and environment interact is more like a piano with our genes as the keyboard, if you will, and the environment as the hands of the pianist. You could play Bach or you could play improvisational jazz—it’s the same keyboard, it’s the same DNA but the environmental messages have changed. – Sandra Steingraber
This is probably no place for the unconsciousto look from behind a serpent maskwhile extraordinary innocence allows extortionof beauty for blood money, and it may be wrongto assume this life is one in a sequencedesigned to usher souls through stagesof incarnated development that lead onto an enlightenment, though it’s a beautiful idea.But we’ll find one another in low passagesof the esophagus out of learning, as evening settles,saying look at what was here before us after all,where the microscopic entities have drawnbow strings to their shoulders, as if to firesymbiotic projectiles so unseen they could be darkmatter or aimed possibly at a parallel worlddue to entanglement ruling from mathematicalequations beyond doubt, with the Earthrolling through outer darkness that never endsoff the planet, far from domestic catastrophes.
Arguments lacking factual evidence become seedsof the no-tree in no-time. It’s not up to peopleto determine which species could not be conscious,the way it’s not part of the roofers’ work to predictwhen the bungalow will fall. Isn’t this an incarnationof fundamental roundness expressed by the cells?Where you go, the world you know is the expressionof symbiotic cells. For this is the place with dawnburning as the ongoing planetary convergenceat the horizon, signaling from the unseen sidesof global roundness, reminiscent of the pilgrimagethat gave rise to the sense of being present,surrounded by presence detectable in all thingsformed by cells, where cells give themselvesto meeting needs of their creations with the daythey’ve built out of themselves, placing themselveson the line, for purposes served by self-organized[design, by maneuvering and manipulating materialsthat surround the body with means. So cells createa presence that thrives in the bodily sensoriumpromoting survival on all fronts, some requiringcommunication, some planning cities over a numberof millennia, where the genome is being playedby conditions as a keyboard instrument adaptingits music by ear, recording what the cells learn.
Knuckling under leads to higher placessuch as showing care for another.This can’t be where every hammeredrooftop is destined to hold. Little childrenapproach the stage to ask where they’ll livein 2060. Haven’t we known one anotherbefore, in a high culture on another planet?All day the only people maybe you seewere born for the long haul. So we’ll meetin these parts where we’re searchingfor an exegesis of liberation that speaksto cosmic heaviness hoping it will unlockthe door to places where the body can layits head and rest its burden of urgency.I’ll find you in every face on the buswhile courts rule over the constitutionof primitive and subtropical dreamtime coral.I’ll see you on our in-between pilgrimageto natural states of innocence enjoyedby personal bearings which are ethical.
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