Combinations

It is mind boggling to me to think that the closer I look at something the more it looks like everything else and the farther away I am from something the more everything starts to look the same.

Imagine taking a bunch of molecules and jiggling them around. Freezing some, melting others, compressing some, stretching others out and somehow they begin to form combinations that become noticeable. Things start to shape up like a Thanksgiving dinner does, or a Monet painting, a child's diorama, an earth, a life!

And I don't know if I am a frozen bunch of things molded and shaped to be this person I am, or if I'm melting slowly, aging and withering until one day I'll be no more, or perhaps just more like everything else. How much of me is measurable and how much unknown? Is it that extra flick of the brush, the highlight, that adds soul to me, or is it the constant handling, the suffering and caressing that ignites the spark?

That ice cube, the oak tree outside my window, the automobile on the highway, even the wind, in some way we are all just one thing. I don't understand it, but that it is true hovers just out of my reach and I am amazed.