All stories have a beginning
The beginning of my story
is lost in limbo
Like you, like us all, I have forever
lost the memory of my birth
Was I born the day my mother brought me into the world?
Or the night my parents made love?
And prior to that moment
where was the matter that one day would combine to become me?
Where had it been dispersed?
that galaxy of billions and billions of atoms
that would become me?
Towards what plant?
what rock?
what animal, what face?
Did they migrate before ending up in me?
And even before Life appeared
even before the Earth took form from stardust
where were they?
Where were those pieces of the puzzle?
Was there already something of what would some day become me
at the origin of origins
when the universe emerged from the void?
My history is one with the history of the Universe
In the beginning of all beginnings
at the origin of origins
there was nothing
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for time did not exist
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for space did not exist
All was nothingness
dark
darker than a moonless night
more silent than the grave
emptier than the desert wastes
Suddenly
the void brought forth a tiny egg
of energy and matter
And Space and Time were born
This infant universe expanded with great speed
swelling like a gigantic pumpkin
The dough of the universe was at first smooth and regular
Then the first lumps appeared
mere clouds of gas that became the galaxies
Within these galaxies stars came into being
fiery cauldrons in which were formed all the atoms that make up our world
These minuscule seeds of matter were scattered
like dust in the wind
and were sown throughout space
The atoms that would form clouds
and mountains
butterflies and tigers
flowers and ourselves
and many more things too numerous for my mouth to utter
In a corner of the universe
like a drop of milk in the darkness of the void
the Milky Way took shape:
a breeding ground for a hundred billion stars
In a distant suburb of this galaxy
our planet Earth was born
It grew by scavenging the crumbs
left by a brand new star, the Sun
The young Earth burned like a dish just out of the oven
In the beginning, the Earth was not the earth
It was all fire
It was the Planet Fire
Now the molten rock had cooled
and the vapors from the sky rained down flooding the earth
to create the seas
It rained for thousands of years
The Planet Fire became the Planet Ocean
But all this water which had filled the oceans
and made the rivers run over the still smoking land
was not a body like the others
It was a shapeless chaos
capable of taking on any form
It was the universal binder
the sauce in which everything can be mixed
that invites combinations of all sorts
Thanks to this brew
matter on Earth had made its enterprising way
In little sun-heated crucibles
full of water and salts
a kind of hot broth formed
the primeval soup
Matter attempted a new way of existing
that resists the devastating power of Time:
tiny closed-in, self-contained bubbles
created the notion of inside and out
like so many hermetic worlds
tinier than grains of sand
These were the first offspring of Life
If you add a drop of milk to water
for a moment you will see regular shapes appear
that seem to be alive
But this is not life
The shapes gradually break up
and chaos prevails
Even smoke can create shapes
They vanish as quickly as they are born
Life
is a form that endures
A form fighting against time
A form that continues
despite the universal law
that drives all organized things toward disorder
and chaos
Stranger still:
a shape that remains the same
whereas the matter it is made of is constantly renewed
My mouth
my tongue, my lips which speak to you now
have continually renewed their cells since my life began
Every hour of every day
billions of them die
and are replaced in my body
Yet I am still me
like a river remains a river
even though fresh water runs in its bed
We are not beings of matter
We are forms irrigated by matter
living rivers
that snake their way through time
Life is a vortex
that sustains its own motion
over and over again
Life had the entire ocean to itself
and for three billion years
it was content with that
But for a sheep
the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
and beyond the shores
stretched the virgin world of the land masses
And so the fish
took a liking to the earthly paradise
And animals with legs were born
And the Earth teemed with creatures
and millions of claws, nails and hoofs
trod the soil of the continents
In the water
you dance nimbly in a liquid
that contains you and carries you
To venture onto the terra firma
is to change planets
The dance is over,itˇstime to walk
And gravity is unforgiving
The body weighs heavily
Very heavily
Legs, with their framework of bone
support it like a living pillar
The world is a great labyrinth
full of mysteries and perils
Lost in this vastness
each living being
raises an invisible barrier around itself
Inside this magic circle
in this familiar space in which it knows every corner
it feels safe
If an unknown creature crosses this line
then begins the time of combat
Life has begun
as tenuous as foam
Now it sweeps across continents
boiling over like milk from a pot
One plus one
makes three
Life has a funny way of counting
Thatˇshow it has spawned masses
produced multitudes
But before making three
one must unite with one
Like two magnets
these islands of foam attract
and merge into one another
And so
love was born
We are all born of love
Born of this rule in the game of life
that declares it takes two to make a third
Each of us possesses only half
of what is needed to create another
There is only one way to approach the other half:
seduce it
Seduction is a power
that acts at a distance
like the attraction between two bodies
Itˇsa call:
overpowering
insistent
Desire, dear desire
are you indeed requited?
Never has a beauty
put up with an impatient suitor
In love, the shortest path
is always the most sinuous
When lovers meet
they celebrate with a dance
When lovers agree
they embrace tightly
like smoke blends with fire
When, at theloversˇball
the suitors are many
quarrels threaten
When lovers are united...
Ah! When lovers are united...
Love is what
drew me from nothingness
Then I had two lives
One in which I lived in mymotherˇswomb
The other in which I lived in the great wide world
From the time I was conceived
to the moment I was born
I lived a condensed version of Genesis
In the beginning, I was a sea creature
The water pocket replaced
the primeval sea of theworldˇsbeginning
At this time
when I was no bigger than a bean
had a striking resemblance with animals
In that age
in which our bodies are slowly conceived and kneaded
we are all spitting images of one another
For we are like rivulets of water surging up from the same source
Like the veins of the same leaf
the branch of the same tree
We are members of the same tribe
the great tribe of the Living
And so I was part fish
and part frog
while still living in mymotherˇswomb
with gills in my throat
and fins on my sides
swimming between two seas in my round, elastic aquarium
Every being builds on itself
cell by cell
like a large village
with its streets and neighborhoods
while the tam-tam of the heart beats away
And veins trace figures through the body
as rivers do across the earth
Matter moves toward chaos
like the river flows down to the sea
We, the living, are like canoes
beating against the currents of time
We cheat with time
And time knows only one road
runs down only one slope
that which leads to decay
We preserve our living form
by destroying other living beings
Our existence is always
the consequence of plunder
For life is cannibalistic
Life devours life
Everything that begins must end
Otherwise, what use is time?
And no one has ever contradicted time
Who has ever seen a river turn back to its source
or a chick return to its egg?
In the end, the consuming flames always lose their appetite and die
The towering mountain
finally kneels and stretches out like a plain
As for life
it goes against the grain of time
It appears, grows and blooms
in a world where everything rushes toward greater disorder
It flees the peace and quiet of the inanimate
and advances like a high wire artist
along a tight rope
forever delaying the day of reckoning
But we cannot dodge indefinitely
the slings and arrows of time
That is forbidden
One day
my body will give up the struggle
and return to the world this matter of which I am made
This galaxy of billions of atoms that was once me
will die as stars die
sowing their matter through space
These atoms that came to dance
within me will go dance elsewhere...
one, two, three...
and off they go
They will migrate to abutterflyˇswing
the bark of a tree
the plume of a cloud
or the hair of a flea
And I shall leave off my song here
so that others may sing it in their own way
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