Riffing on Creation

Life flows ever forward in a myriad of shifting forms, feeding back on each other like eddies in a stream. Iteration of structures evolves morphology as life literally feeds upon itself, the unified hologram of creation expressing itself through an infinitude of shapes and affiliations. Creation, it would seem, is playing in the field of time, like a harlequin dancing with itself in hermaphroditic meiosis. Life begins through asexual reproduction of clone populations, exposed to cosmic rays and radiation, environmental scalpels capable of the most minute alterations of DNA, breaking the genotype and altering phenotype. Over millions of years these variations, so dependent upon the random interjection of exogenous events, gave rise to sexual differentiation and the mechanism of meiosis critical to sexual reproduction. Organisms seized control over the random updating of genotypes by environmental factors and, instead, crossed genetics with each other, pushing evolution of the biota radically forward as genotypes mixed and matched to create a myriad of natural forms. The garden of Eden began to bloom as patterns established themselves along germ lines giving rise to plant populations, invertebrate sea life, fish and sea mammals, amphibians, reptiles, small land mammals and on up to apes and chimpanzees and humans, all reflections of life's compulsion to create novelty in morphology and function.

What is the reason? What is the impetus for this ever-marching evolutionary process of novel morphologies? Our cities and emperors rise and fall with the turning of the heavens. Our very civilization is merely a blink in the eye of Shiva, a momentary footnote in the galactic record, a spark in a Universe that remains to us quite empty. Our struggles and conflicts, our preoccupations and distractions, are like grains of sand swirling in the tides, slowly and steadily grinding away at the rocks. Over a thousand years they may leave their mark on the shoreline... But in a hundred thousand years that shoreline will be gone, erased by much greater forces. For all of our creation and destruction the Universe simply watches as the tides ebb and flow, carrying life into ever new harbors.

The glory of life is that it allows the Absolute to play, to interact with itself, to step into time and observe its creation through the sensorium of the kingdom, iterating the hologram through fractal dimensions and involutions into the material world. This creative process is mirrored in humanity, so capable and adept at manifesting its dream into reality. The material world is malleable to us, given to extrusions of objects and technologies. The glory of the human species is its ability to extend the creation of the Absolute, to imagine forms and give them life, to create symbols and ideas and stories that only exist as information unbound to material constructs. We make fictions and turn them into living beings. We read the Mind of God and make offerings in accord.

Through us the Absolute observes itself and imagines what dreams may come, remixing creation into ever more novel forms given life by the hand of humanity. We are servants of the harlequin, symbiotes of the Absolute, gaining life and Self for the chance to bring infinity closer to Creation.

The aeon is a child at play with colored spheres.

Posted by LVX23 at July 14, 2004 01:04 PM | TrackBack