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  • I went to sit a while in the morning sun in my garden to get my dose of Vitamin D.

    The tunnel of my vision fell on a certain flower as if my eyes were a microscope. The sun just lit the flower up magnificently, perfect for a great photographic shot.

    This flower would open up during the coming hours and tomorrow it would be going or gone, other ones on the same bush reaching their climaxes.

    I realized that there is in reality no FLOWER I can put my finger on, there is no constant substance or matter FLOWER, there is just an ever – changing process, a collage FLOWER, every moment a bunch of cells dying, a bunch of cells dividing, an eternal journey and dance of atoms and molecules.

    The whole bush, which I consider as pretty permanent, because it decorates my garden since many years, is just a wave of existence, very small and short, measured against the lifespan of the particles, which build it.

    This flower is an IDEA, I thought. It is an idea written down in the very complicated code of genetics. The code is not rigid, it varies a little from bush to bush and from flower to flower and it is sculpted by reality: weather, quality of soil.

    Every living thing including you and me is an idea written down in the genetic code, which then plays and struggles to exist as long as possible in the world surrounding it.

    The same particles build now the flower, tomorrow the soil, later a cat, a dog or me, a living or a thing considered “dead”.

    I remembered to have read that Albert Einstein once said that the universe resembled much more a thought than a thing.

    Photography by Kiki

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