Seeds, Germs, Time, Absurd

                               
Where do germs of thought originate? How is it that tightly wrapped and packed proteins can store the information of an entire species? We view time as this linear arrow which started somewhere in darkness and will continue long after we return to the darkness, but this is not the case. There is no beginning or end to the arrow. We are riding the wave of that spectacular explosion, an explosion so powerful and hot that there was no light until things began to cool.

     

    Did that explosion contain the seed of all seeds? Was the germ of consciousness inherent in whatever it is that expanded and continued to expand? I am not convinced of the current perspectives of time and space as separate. I am not convinced that there is a beginning, middle, and end. The Greeks were known to have been the first to say that, "Man is the measure of all things."
    We are locked into our physical bodies and  much like a tree we experience inescapable periods of birth, growth, regress, blooming, and eventually, death, but even in death do we truly die?
    Perhaps our fickle mortal frames waste away, but as in the same way a tree begets a seed, and a seed a tree; do we not live on in the DNA of our seeds? What of the Harmony which orchestrates the seeds?