Life Like...
I have tried to answer the question Life is like? and find that I cannot...
In my mind it presents itself as a complete paradox.
Life is all that we know. What more is there to draw upon for comparison?
Can an entirety be compared to a part? Somehow it sounds weird to my ear to say that a car is like wheel... it's a paradigm much to small, it doesn't serve as an analogy at all. Yet, perhaps oddly, I can u-turn it around and quip that a wheel is like a car: primitive as it is, it rolls, though it won't get you very far...
So please forgive my shifting gears, and taking the question in reverse... by way of example let me now suggest that:
The rotation of the Sun is like Life Itself— in its symbolic rebirth; its highs and its lows. Its disappearance behind the Clouds, and among the drapes of the Night. Its heat, and temporary retreat to cold, with the angles and the distance that the seasons impose...
The warm glow of skin moderate exposure brings; and the burnt blisters of excess! The anticipation of Morning, and the morose eventuality of Death. Every star, even our beloved One comes to its end; perhaps to be born again, as some Constellation, as a Galaxy, or maybe something else...?
Of course, I'm sure that someone will wish to point out to me, that lesser comparisons are constructed all the time... Who hasn't heard that "Life is like a box of chocolate?" but tell me, friend, do you not subliminally feel an instant regret, a poetic injustice in this declaration made towards Life Itself? I ask myself with sadness, searching among the discarded string and the empty wrappers, oh is that all...? but if I flip this proposition, I do indeed see that a box of chocolates is so very Life-like... a wonderful gift! Delicious to look at, to smell and to eat... in moderation!... in moderation because excess in all things is a sure-fire belly ache. This is a box with Life-like fears and regrets: will I get cavities? or lose my waist? am I a chocoholic? And even postulates for endless philosophical debate: Chocolate is Good, or so I wish to believe... that it is Heaven's food... each bite packed with universal Love.
So I'll conclude, returning to where we began... In total beauty and horror, of sense and experience, Life is... like... like nothing else.
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