There is one seed in every field that questions the existence of all the other seeds. Does this seed jeopardize the harvest? No. Will this seed change the outcome of weather or in any way impact the fertility of the soil? No. The lesson here is not to diminish the seed in question rather to praise it. Praise it for being bold and sprouting forth its knowledge and wisdom both into the soil beneath it and also toward the sky above it. A seed sprouts and grows both ways, you know. Nothing in nature is simple, yet the whole underlying structure of the universe is one of simplicity. The arrow of time runs one way, but the legacy it creates extends backwards.
That is called a paradox. An absurd paradox.
Time itself is a merciless inflammation of existence. We are its offspring, translucent things of no consequence at the end of it all. Yet even after a moment has vanished into the memories of the past, its trajectory moves ever forward, ever closer to a new harvest.
Frail intentions and dour outcomes change nothing. Existence is absolute, unending and eternal. We, however, are mere prospects of what could be, what was and what shall forever remain silent after the brief growth and evolutionary harvest of mankind.
How many times has this happen before? When our sun swells into its own absolute destruction, will the gasses and particles it ejects out into the galaxy have any remnant of us woven into its fabric? Will anyone who comes next even remember us? Do we remember those who came and went long before us?
Yeah right…
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