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Imagine a huge huge hill. No bigger than that. And steeper. Almost a cliff.
On the hill there are rocks. They are bouncing and rolling down the hill.
Some of the rocks have managed to form a careful self-reproducing pattern. They bounce off each other, draw energy from the falling action. Two of these patterns of rocks, if they meet, can force other rocks falling down the hill to form a similar pattern.
That is life. Except there are lots and lots of rocks in even the smallest of the self-reproducing patterns, and our rocks are atoms. The slope is the arrow of time/arrow of enthropy.
On one hand, it is "just rocks". But on the other, the sheer majesty of a pattern that is capable of surviving and harnessing the avalanch is something to be in awe of.
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Last edited by JHVH : 10-29-4004 BC at 09:00 PM. Reason: Time for a rest.
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