La Musique

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Holding a newborn baby in your arms is a simply sublime experience, comparable to lingering in the complexity of melodies and perusing witty texts. Having the dear little one burrow it's head in the crook of your shoulder, chew on your shirt sleeve, and quite literally, drool all over you.

Aren't you constantly astounded by the very existence of creation? I'm awestruck.

Just stop. Where-ever you are. Look at the trees. Why and how do they grow? Or maybe the concrete wall, how does the materials that constitute it even come into being? Then look inside. The very fact that you can think, you know that your existence exists, you know that you are Vera. (If you're not Vera, you may ignore the last statement.)

I can't begin to describe my feelings. To even assume everything exists because of random chance or evolution is simply nonsense to me. Creation. That's the key word.

Just thinking about it makes my head hurt. It's mind-boggling. Really. It's all around, it's so basic, something we take for granted so easily. How I can type this post, how I can see what I'm typing, how Cyrus can sit on the sofa and bite his finger unconsciously. Be it actions, abilities, or matter itself, everything's just so ... they say the possibilities are infinite. To me, it's existence that my mind cannot even begin to contemplate.

My head hurts so much. Ow.

10:57 PM