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June 10, 2006
Life
Life is one of the many inexpicable quagmires in the universe: the living, at certain period of lifespan, will invariably ask oneself what is the purpose of life. For example, a fly recently emerged from its dormant state in a puppa will question whether it is supposed to hang around in an inglorious garbage dump or follow a more divine path to a 40 MWatt bright UV light, where it can bask in warmth and rest in peace 2 seconds later. It might even meet unsuspecting end under oblivious circumstances, particularly in the kitchen of Apartment 190, 2226 Willowbrook Dr, West Lafayette, IN 47906. More specifically, under the hands of, what it seems like a coincidence, the author of this blog.
Life, to all the livings, is short. Even to the Galapagos tortoises, which in their own reference of time manage to move only 1 inch in half an hour, striking up an insightful conversation with fellow turtle species about their being the sole lifeform whose generations had witnessed evolution on the earth would, on average time human count, take a century. Here's how an introduction would sound like:
"It is with great pleasure that today, on the most auspicious year of 238,675 post the creation of O Great Tortoise Of All, circa existence of O White Fangs in the Sea and O Black Roach on the Land, I call upon our honourable brothers from the nearest phylogeny line, the water turtles, into the Great Conglomeration of The Great Galapagos Tortoises, the direct descendants of O Great Tortoise Of All. I, Galapagos Descendant 89,562nd in line, of Galapagos Descendant 65,236th in line, of Galapagos Descendant 43,871st in line, ...(8 more generations)..., of Galapagos Descendant 21st in line, of O Great Tortoise Of All, welcome your presence here on the Great Rock of O Great Tortoise Of All. Under the influence of Fuzzy Bear and Little Fuzzy Bear of the Sky, I feel extremely comfortable today, which is 238,675 years post creation of O Great Tortoise Of All, to discuss how life had been in the past, how it is now and how it will be in the future."
At the rate of the discussion goes, the extend of the present and future life transcending into the past is so great that, in the end, only the past is deeply pried open and examined. This leaves the water turtles greatly annoyed, considering their deployment of 20 precious generations in attending the Great Conglomeration of The Great Galapagos Tortoises, the direct decendants of O Great Tortoise Of All, with high hopes of gaining insights to the meaning of life and attaining spiritual elevation through clairvoyance from the wise, amphibious star-gazing tortoises. But they all ended up just listening to a bunch of crap that only Charles Darwin could think of and only historians, biologists and anti-Christians could make use of. Stupid sleuth tortoises, they fumed, and swim back to Rantau Abang, eat plastic bags mistook for jellyfish and lay more eggs, which, to the delights of Rantau Abang people, provide turtle omelette again after the turtles' long hiatus at the Galapagos Island.
Life indeed passes by quickly.
to be continued...
Posted by peixin at June 10, 2006 01:31 AM