Scientifically? Perhaps.

Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

The rest of your life, welcome to it. Thanks for spending some time with my words.

On with our show...

Some of us feel an obligation to friends, to family, to loved ones... what about Life?

Life itself, the thing that makes all things possible; even Science, even Money, even Politics, even Art.

Even Love.

Seems that the kind thing to do give a shout-out of thanks to Life, whatever you believe that is, from time-to-time.

It helps to realize every so often that you don't have to be alive, yet here you are.

What's up with that?

All the dreams of a better life we hold and have, did you ever think you want a better life because Life itself wants to be better?

Where do your dreams, hopes, and ambitions come from?

Random electromagnetic sparks in your fleshy brain?

Huh?

Why are they programmed for better?

Evolution is a fun Science way to say it. Life is a dynamic growing force like every tree, human, and daffodil flower.

Perhaps it's poetic (and don't forgive me, you know I'm a poet so you knew what you were getting into before you started reading), would it be so wild to assume our planet is alive?

Yes, like you and I. And a tree. And a daffodil flower.

What do you imagine The Earth looks like when it blooms?

Kinda makes us want to care for it more when we dream of it that way.

The World responds to touch, so it's not so wild of a metaphor. Science could measure this poetic whim.

All these spacecrafts on discovery missions... perhaps the right thing to look for isn't life on another planet, or a planet that can harbor life; but another living planet.

A beautiful choreography of molecules dance for The Sun. All the ingredients on our snow globe Earth spin while they turn around our star like the batter in a baker's bowl.

What's The Universe cooking up? Why are we along for the ride? How can we help?

Where do your dreams and ambitions come from?

I'm fine calling it Evolution, but it means more than Darwin knew.

The adaptation of a bird's beak is just a small step in the process of our planet's life-cycle of growth.

The dreams of humanity, the realities we make shareable, AI, Rocket Ships, The Internet, Democracy, Equality, Music, Painting, Poetry, and Prose; we're so compelled to create.

For what reason do we insist on making Life new?

A Galapagos bird knew what every creative human mind does: There's always a better way for those willing to see it.

Perhaps Life itself relies on us to pick up the clues to help it grow.

Scientifically? Perhaps.

Poetically? Definitely. O/

Thanks for reading.