Click it. It’s the sound of crickets chirping, without any manipulation or enhancement. It’s just slowed down.
Which makes me wonder if there’s a biological component to beauty. And if there is, how much more is written in our DNA that we don’t know about? Is singing, dancing and loving one another something that is written in our very essence? Are they things that transcend the material world? Is there really a border, where material stops and spiritual starts?
When I was little, I would very often read (and re-read) a book called Faeries, by Brian Froud and Alan Lee. The drawings in it were my escape, I dreamed about the beautiful idea of there being a world within our own. They explain how the world of faeries starts where there is a thick blanket of fog over a meadow, and that the ephemeral boundary between the two worlds is a well designed concept by the faerie Kingdom. Needless to say, whenever I saw fog, I raced into it. I never met or saw anything, much to my disappointment.
The point is; we seem to like to clearly appoint lines and borders and ends. Probably because our minds are too limited to encompass the incredible infinity of life. We’re all one big life, endless, connected and the result of each other. The bear eats the salmon, and once the bear dies he is food for a tree.
What if all the information of our personalities isn’t in our DNA, but in our molecules? What if even molecules move and change in a way that isn’t random, but exactly there to make love and kindness possible in our brains? The same molecule that was once part of a tyrannosaurus rex could now be in my brain, doing its work, making my brain more complete. I am not separate from the past, nor from the future. The things I am composed of, will always be here. Even if the entire universe collapses, the infinitely small little things I am put together with, will still be here.
We’re not even separate from each other. There’s air between us, molecule after molecule of it. If all we could see was molecules, we would all just be one gigantic mass of tiny particles. None bigger than the other, and none more important than the next.