This one is gonna get a little weird. I think I probably think too much but here it goes. As we all know by now, DNA is basically the language in which life is written. It doesn't matter is you're a tree, or a daffodil, or a human or one of the lesser known species of protist; you are an arrangement of four nucleotides in definite pairs stretching out into the infinitesimal void, or wound up tight and copied in countless little cells. Whatever. The fact is that all of life has been written into existence. The question is, bywhom? Who is our author?
I got to imagining that people were like books. In some other dimension, we're all lined up neatly on some god's bookshelf in his bedroom. So what about my books? I like to think that the more cranial ones have somehow managed to peer into themselves, to realize that they have been created. Maybe they too are about the business of decoding the language in which they are written. "Everything," they say, "Everything is just the same letters over and over arranged in infinite ways." Maybe they are decoding sequences of letters that seem to be related to tragedy or comedy, forming the vaguest outlines of their own natures, trying to predict whether or not they'll have a happy ending.Maybe that's a better example of what we're like, just trying to figure out what kind of story we've been written into. I get to picturing the human tapestry sometimes, trying to find my thread with in it. Trying to decide what I offer to the greater picture. That's called systems biology by the way, attempting to look at the greater picture. Anyways, zooming out, looking at the way we intersect, I think we might all just be one great big story; part of one masterful dissertation on how everything came to be without our consent, and how by speaking the lines we were given, we'll meet our end. Let's all hope this one is a comedy.
And there is so much more than that. Apparently a biologist can spend their entire life's work following the movement of a single protein. This was my one protein, and I'm not sure I've even seen it through to its end yet.
I deeply apologize for taking up so much of your time with nonsense. Also...
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