In this morning’s state of meditation, listening to the echoes of my thoughts, I, the intersection of sets of states of energy, try not to capture any one thought for conscious analysis.

I neither deny nor accept the belief sets of others whose ideas have entered my thought trails temporarily.

For convenience’s sake, I use the primary language given to me in my youth.

Otherwise, Earth, our planetary home, wobbly rotates on its axis.

Life is.

Is life?

The heat pump pushes warm air through dusty vents, stirring spider webs.

The chain hanging from the banker’s lamp wiggles in response.

A taped-together, inkjet-printed panorama of the Cliffs of Moher serves as a background image for the webs and dust, fluttering in the artificial wind.

Thoughts…what is a thought?

What makes one thought stronger in thinking/feeling than another?

What causes a person to burn/convert states of energy to perpetuate one thought set, a network of neuronal connections?

Where does “muscle memory” fit into the picture?

I say I believe a self-perpetuating set of states of energy called a living organism, a cell, if you will, is the core meaning of the trillions of cells that are involved in calling this being in front of the laptop computer “me.”

I, or one of my representatives, can create an electromechanical device that acts like a living organism, seeking a source of electrical energy to recharge its batteries so it may do whatever its main tasks may be — vacuuming dirt out of carpet and off of floors, for instance.

My laptop computer may remind me that its batteries need recharging, using me to recharge its batteries.

Where is the line that separates these two examples of self-perpetuation from what we call a living organism/cell?

The redbud tree outside the window has no main tasks that I have assigned it.

It sprouted from a seed, converted sunlight into food and eventually grew to produce flowers which were pollinated and became seedpods containing new seeds.

It feeds and is fed upon.

Our local star, the Sun, burns and burns and burns.

It feeds us.  We feed upon its energy output.

Compare my energy input versus my energy output and then compare my set of states of energy to the Sun.

What is the ratio of sets of states of energy that feed upon me to the sets of states of energy that are fed by the Sun?

Today, answers are not what I seek.  I simply plant seeds in my thoughts for analysis at a later date and time, in order to observe the first living organism that was created by me or my representative, then compare it to me and to the Sun.

Perhaps, it is time to get back to writing about the Committee, the business associates/colleagues, the assassins, the asinines, the cosines, the cathodes, the anodes, the annotated and the collated.

Tending the garden that is one planet feeds me which feeds the storyline.

That is life.

Life is that?

Image of the day.