The Creation of the World and its Continuation

In the beginning, was the Spirit, and the Spirit was with God, and the Spirit was God.

And the Spirit was trapped in a ball of fire in the heart of nothingness. There was no way to measure time; no sun that rises nor moon that wanes- only that his unrest grew and that he longed to be free.

When his desires broke the walls of his abode, he saw the nothingness that stretched before him. He walked and explored, he ran and jumped but still, there were only him and the void.

He gathered the remnants of his home, and from it, he molded the universe. There were planets and moon, and asteroids; there were mountains, and hills, and seas, on the Earth. But there was no life.

For life comes from life, and the Spirit was the only living thing in the beginning. So he said, “Let there be life,” as he laid his essence down in the crevices of the world.

And there was life: trees sprang from his arms, beasts roamed his chest; the birds flew over his head, and fishes dived at his feet; men and women swam out his veins. All of them life from his Spirit.

The first creatures celebrated his life and thanked his sacrifice. They sang and danced to his honor, the birds and the crops offered their tithes.

The Spirit resided in them, one great Spirit that connects all life, from the fishes to the roses to men. The great forefathers never forgot to tell the tale to their children.

But as the sun made its cyclic rising and setting, the tongue slowly blurred the stories and the children played and forgot how one string binds all creatures on Earth. They grew up to hunt for more, fish for more, and harvest for more.

Later they would hear a prophecy from the hills when they hunt and from the seas when they cast their nets:

When one life threatens another, all life is doomed to become one Spirit again, trapped in a ball of fire.

It has been so long since I last wrote a piece. I miss this- sitting on my keyboard and writing something. It doesnt have to make sense, does it?

Not everything needs to make sense. Im just writing, as an antidote to the dormant vocabulary I have from the long break. Just trying to sharpen my mind. Trying to take a break from things that make sense. They tire me.

Writing doesnt tire me. I could just go on and on and not care whether this will be read by many. Or if this one is even a good piece. It doesnt have to be.

Sometimes we just write without meaning anything. Just trying to unjumble your knotted thoughts. Its nice to be able to say what you think without having to think about it. Like a story so well done, you read it till the end.

The polymerase chain reaction (PCR) is a process of gene amlification. First, a select gene is cut using restriction enzymes, then a comlementary strand is made and placed in a vial of polymerase and nucleotides like uracil, guanine, cytosine, thymine, and adenine. It assembles itself to millions of copies of genes (DNA fragments) that can be used in multiple situations: multiplying a cell product in order to mass roduce; amlifying gene proteins and enzymes; as well as for experiments carried on the lab.