Metaphor of Evolution
Copyright©2015-2021, updated February 09, 2021
Fictional Symbolical Metaphorical Allegorical Literal
Written to the rhythms of Enya's Drifting...
Having assembled that which had been discovered, the elements were compared, one to another, and within the wondering of their purpose, each were found to possess no usefulness beyond that of experience.
If a man lives or dies, Nature does not care, and if all life were to cease, Nature would not care. What then is the value in a man's life, if no one cares? As the trees produce fruits, to be eaten by animals, and as the animals fertilize the soils, to feed the trees, beyond the act of fertilizing, of what value is man? Now that man's cleverness has formed systems of sewers, he no longer fertilizes the soil, and I wonder; does man now have any value at all?
Though man might assemble mud and sticks to form a dwelling, is this all that man can do? To merely rearrange what already exists? Can man not create anything new? Of what value is man?
Man's emotions are those created by his ancestors' bodies, the emotions dictated by one's form and features dictated by one's ancestors' forms and features, and if the emotions of today's are those that spawn the thoughts relative to the emotions, then I wondered; is any thought my own? Might I merely be my ancestors, my experiencing my ancestors' emotions as the ancestors would also experience if they were present today? Is anything, my own?
But when adding an additional element, the one that accompanied the spark of life, there, there it was found that man might have purpose, and value, not a purpose dictated by Nature, nor by the element, but rather the value was within how the single element and all the others moved within harmony with all others: harmonious.
Though I may care for all living beings, as well as the four elements of Nature, still, no one cares if I care, and if I were to cease caring, still no one would care. But what of this harmony, might it care? Would it not care? How could it not care, if all were in harmony? But, perhaps, still, it may not care.
If all things in the three-dimensional Reality exist within their temperate zones, then which zone does harmony exist? The harmony of water only exists within its temperate zone, as does ice and steam, as does man, and outside of the zone harmony does not exist for each specific state of elements. What value, then, is there for man's existence in his temperate zone? None? Does none of it matter if there is no one to care outside of the harmony? Self-caring, is not the caring of others, and again man's existence would have no value beyond his ideals, but then, wait, what of the ideals themselves?
And what is an ideal but that which reaches beyond one's grasp, to strive to achieve what cannot be achieved, and though the purpose of the ideal holds no value in Nature, still the ideal holds value to the man, and within his reaching for the stars, he has created for himself a thing of value, not merely a value to himself, but to all of Nature, and if his ideal is harmonious with Nature, then Nature would care; perhaps, perhaps not.
But the ideal, one that holds no profit for the holder, of which the only value is given to the spark that accompanied life, there, there it was found that there was value in Nature, and the man had created the act of caring for a thing outside of himself, an act that Nature did not form for him. The self-created act of caring for a thing, an ideal, was the man's own creation; man had attained creativity, the product of harmony.
But still, if harmony did exist, and the ideal were valid, who would care, and of what profit would the harmony be? The choice, while ignoring the questions, chose to accept the personal responsibility to perform the act of caring for the spark, of appreciating a thing without thought of anything caring in return: selflessness.
Four times the ideal was applied, and four times the harmony responded by changing the man's physical state to be in harmony with the spark. Upon the man experiencing the harmony — the reciprocation of harmony — and the man experiencing an awe of the experience, an experience that radiated as if sparking a new sun, the man then desired to experience the experience again, but no longer was the harmony possible because the man had added the ingredient of desire for himself, which nullified the harmony.
To create a new thing, creation being the act of elements in harmony, the creation is willed, chosen, and applied without concern of one's own self, which is a difficult thing for man to accomplish.
As man devolves because of his selfishness, in time man will cease to be, because he has no harmony with his environment. But, perhaps, there may someday exist a woman and man who are able to reciprocate love within selfless harmony, and there, there will be the new man, formed not on the mechanics of a devolving Nature, but rather on the evolving spirit of caring for another.
The ideal, now, still remains, but now the challenge is to someday acquire the ability to approach the spark while not holding a desire for one's own profit, and it is not an easy thing to do, not once a man has felt reciprocated love.