Nature does nothing in vain

Life represents the highest form of self organizing attributes of nature. Like nature it’s also deprived of symmetry. Life is an irreversible process representing an open system existing in conditions far from balance. It’s capable of self maintenance and self regulation, benefits gained and developed through evolution and adaptation to any changes of the living environment. Life resists nature’s drive toward disorder, it could be nature’s only tool to fight the rising step of entropy, a concept which may enable longevity, permanence and immortality of nature.

By its nature, life is coincidental. It represents a complex construct of causalities and paradoxes, forming niche of events impossible to predict. These subsequent events, causes and effects, form a single destiny for every life form there is, from grass to human.

Our kind is the sole survivor of our family which has risen from primates, our existence dates 400000 years. We are a fruit of a biological concept called mosaic evolution, and we represent one of the highest evolved forms of all genera on our home world, of which we are the only kind capable of utilizing technology. Through ages of evolution, we’ve gained an erect architecture which has provided us with agility and capability to build tools which have assisted our daily needs. In addition we possess the ability for adaptation to changes, and the capability of articulate speech and abstract thought. As we evolve further, our rhythms of evolution intensify.

The complexity of our build is astonishing, an undisputed evidence of nature’s ability to create marvels. Even better, nature’s rare jewels, through eons accompanied by mutual understanding with use of speech, general progression of wisdom and imagination. Indeed, each and every one of us is a universe of its own, a set of shifting molecules spinning in ecstasy.

In dreams

We are all the same after birth. We cry, we laugh, we need parents’ comfort, we sleep and dream.

Our dreams are the ones that make us different, because of them we are who we are. Because of dreams we stand as unique individuals. Diversity of humanity is always a good thing, significant fragmentation of inherited and gained values.

Dreams are a fascinating intersection of biology, psychology, philosophy, even metaphysics and magic. Discovered in neurology, dreams serve vital mental functions. During sleep the brain decides what to keep from the day and what to discard. With this memory consolidation the brain is effectively cleaning the house.

In there, within dreams, lies the memory of our bloodline. we recollect the memories in our genes, the everlasting presence and birthright guidance of our fore fathers. In their hidden depths we sense the shape of things to come, we conceptualize our future. In dreams we shape our destiny. In our dreams, up there dwells the symbolic of our everyday experiences our daily emotions. Our goals, ambitions and passions originate in our dreams, being the drivers of creativity and purpose, a key to healthy, fulfilled life.

Within dreams, we consolidate memories, we solve problems, process lingering emotions and anxieties, explore unresolved states of the mind and the soul. Dreams are that esoteric region of our souls which are closest to magic. In this mystical realm of our inner being, reality is being transformed into fantasy.

Dreams are the uncharted territories of the human mind. Glorification of dreams carries freedom of expression and even greater necessity for life.

Restoration in dreams

Slowly he was losing his strength, he felt drained as if he had absorbed almost everything. Satiety which brought thoughts of fulfillment, not a single urge of consumerism left, total absence of greed. He had a story to tell, but no wish to interlace any word constructs. The inner storm of endless thoughts is passing by, in his condition of the psyche to endure the mind. He delayed the delay, starting to think of comfort.

His longing for thoughtless state had prevailed, thus opening a significant new meaning of the concept for nothingness. Rest... weakness had submitted the account to his muscles, hence expelling all thoughts from his head. Everything started to become blank, and his breath became ever so sweet. All bones were aching softly, and his muscles were soothing the dance. Unable to resist this seductive impulse, the comfort had bribed all his senses, and his body has already become a slave to all the beauties of the passing day.

He bowed down and succumbed to the embrace of the armchair which was offering a delightful haven to his fatigue, only to sail in his weights and submerge deep in his feelings. Just to feel and think of nothing, such an innocent condition, almost a forgotten blessing of his upbringing. Helpless from exhaustion he had done just that, he relaxed in the comfort of the shape of that artificial embrace which conquered him. Not thinking of its dreamlike origin which laid buried somewhere in the depths of his consciousnesses, only to let himself glide, like a finger on a young skin.

And in comes sleep, dreams like cinema.

To dream… it means to be alive, to be free.