Stuff of Stuff
A journey from form to matter
In the beginning...
Here I am made of some stuff, born from no-thing going nowhere. I have no idea or thought about the materials, sources, or elements that I am composed of, nor do I have any emotions to express why I am here or where I am going.
Where I am from or what I am made of, I cannot say, as I have no words or comparisons of other, to say it is that. For the sake of your reading, we call it dust and gas, and therefore, infinite, unseen, and untouched is what I am.
Awareness to you is a movement, but here I am in stillness observing its improvements. I am aware that this stuff I am made of has no name or place to go, so I am still aware of infinite possibilities.
Awareness of possibilities brings interest and intrigue, and now one wants to know with much persistency.
Through this observation, the ‘‘I’’ I am has added content, or maybe I should say, the thought of wanting to know added to that awareness of my possibilities.
Let me gather your experiences and structured patterns to explain this…
