Nicole Page-Smith
Human beings
Dreaming, another, dream, time is like the alarm clock. We wake to the birds and consciousness fills our whole being with life. Waking, we dream of the day and are sleepy. Loud consciousness wakes us up as the day progresses and dreams are our state of being. Time, ticks, away.
We can be read like a clock-face and every cell describes our history. Former generations inhabit our veins with their ancestral linage. Thundering relatives have their voice but cannot be heard and time seems of no importance to their existence. Were you your former ancestors? Time goes by but may as well be going back to former generations.
A history of the galaxies and universe has you imagining time in the reversal to a moment or a finite number to an end of space but not time. You feel the beginning of our Milky Way came from a void in space or a nothing. So, how could we begin from nothing? We are. Human beings begin but from the substance of former generations like a substance of flesh, we are from their every being. Human beings materialise from a substance of flesh but you no sooner believe you are your ancestors than can imagine what they were like if you had not met them. You feel your relations inside your veins and possibly react to situations as they would have done during their lives. Who are we and why do we materialise from space, the space of nothing? Human beings.