Catch a Catch-Up

Before lunch, Puck got busy constructing a “paper ball maker” involving mail coupons and a bathroom sink stocked with discolored purple ink-water. I’m all for creativity, as long as it’s responsible, considerate creativity. Just more ways to learn “school”.

The wind rolled up wild in the afternoon bringing with it some dark sky in the south, but nothing happened.

Puck was busy rapping about his dinner pasta…

“I eat it every twice a day every week…

“And I eat it every day and every twice a week…

“No one ever stops eat-ing it ever-y day…

“Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy…”

Crackers, wedged in a blanket in his lap… also participated in dinner by snacking on this apparently delicious angel hair.

I got a lot done today, more than usual I think. But somehow I even had enough time to read a few chapters of Mitch Stokes in the evening, sprawled on the couch with Puck.

The Bear was a Greek monster tonight. Fortunately he’s taking this whole idea of mastering a dead language, very seriously.
And Puck fell asleep to James Herriot’s dog stories.

Thought of the Day

[In paper-thin detail… some days I just don’t have time…]

Technically speaking, to the best that we know, no new matter is created. I mean, without going into the process of matter creation/matter annihilation, etc… I may not claim any rights to Science. I may not recall the innards of the baby pig I dissected back in college Biology 101 — baby pig — wow, thinking back on that now, what a morbid way to teach a seventeen year-old about the guts of an animal she would never, ever, again need to understand.

RIP poor little piggie.

I like to get this idea in my head from time to time though…

We keep what we have, we use it, and recycle it. Thousands, millions, billions of times. And I don’t just mean like that too-fancy recycled paper they box into boutique thank you notes or whatever. Or the mounds of Pepsi cans dispersed into newer, more organically happy items of use.

I’m talking about us.

We scrappy human beings.

I may be more of a mutt than I know.

I could be composed of atoms previously created in the forms of, say, an ancient queen of Egypt, a sea nautilus (living or dead), a stegosaurus spleen, and, say, rice from a peasant’s bowl during the Ming Dynasty.

How?

So for example, this Egyptian queen lives and dies. During her life, she consumes food in many forms, unintentional consumption of dust and debris, perhaps insects in her sleep, such as spiders. And medicines, perhaps other entities. Her body also eliminates various fluids, secretions, etc., all composed by atoms built of the foods, medicines, and other items ingested during her life. These eliminations return to the air and earth eventually, in some form, and promote growth of plants, return to the water table where they are consumed by animal life, etc.

And so the cycles continue, thousands, millions, and billions of times over. Moldering bodies return to the soil and become plants, plants are eaten, and eliminated again. Perhaps we are all composed of dinosaurs, primordial gardens, herds of New Zealand sheep, frogs from the Exodus plague… Maybe there’s even some angel mixed in there, some Nephilim?

Ok, so my boundaries are way overstepped…

I suppose I’d have to more intently analyze all of the compounds individually, break each one down into their elements, and see if any of those elements translate efficiently into the human body’s growth and function.

Or whatever.

It’s that butterfly spawning a hurricane in some ways, I guess. Or the thought that a rain drop hits the Ark, is collected as drinking water, Noah’s wife takes a sip, the water sweats out of her cheek while raking hay for the giraffes, lands in the hay where it is absorbed, eaten by the giraffe, turns into giraffe muscle, dies fifty-seven years later (or however long giraffes lived during post-diluvian times), is absorbed into the soil, which feeds a pomegranate tree, is eaten by Ham’s grandson, the sustenance becomes eyelashes, one of them falls into the dirt, decomposes thirteen years later (not sure how, or if, eyelashes really decompose…), whose elements then are blown a country away in time to become a field of barley, those particular elements of which are consumed in porridge by an eleven year-old boy, and etc., and etc., and etc.

I should write a book about that…