Some strange arrangement of molecules would make me? When I am nothing more than a temporary ripple in time and space Just flickering impulses that, allow me to perceive my place. Simply a mass of messy wires swimming in a cocktail of chemicals that accounts for all I feel?
So I say, can science explain: The depths of a poets words, the burning desire for artists to explode color into stationary life, or the soulful dance of a melody merging with ones very being?
Yes, well then
What of the hidden glimmer of life sparkling in each creation's eyes? What of the realms of things unseen and so often only felt for the faintest moments?
Would recycled carbon on its own, that has drifted for eons, somehow rearrange to form life? Would billions of chaotically colliding particles embrace so harmoniously that the overly comedic conditions for life would so seamlessly come together that at this very moment you and I, two beings of impossible odds could have our paths combine that I could write these words that they could wander there way to you