I had a tomato last week that had been ripening on the windowsill and looked pretty good. When I cut it I discovered that some of the seeds inside had sprouted, and it triggered a thought! I tried to sprout apple seeds a couple of years ago and it didn’t work. Since these had begun to grow already, I took a slice of tomato and put it in a beer glass with water.
Just watched this with Braden this morning. He’d gotten his toy shuttle out and was playing “Blast-off!,” so I took him to YouTube and found this. He giggled as I held up his space shuttle to the computer and he recognized the similarity between his toy and what he saw on the video.
I bet all the engineers at NASA cry with joy every time a shuttle launches. They built the whole thing with their hands, or with the machines they built with their hands. And it went to space – and came back. Such a monumental achievement shouldn’t go unnoticed.
Anything is possible with enough thought, planning, and work.
I’ve been pondering lately the meaning of life. Not just the meaning of life, mind you, but a slew of other questions as well, such as our reason for being here and the reason we do certain things. This line of questioning tends to branch off and become very complicated at about the sixth level, so I’ll stop there. I want to share my thoughts with my readers and quote a bit, if not just to fill up some space on the World Wide Web.
The first passage I want to share with you is too long to reprint in full here (I’ll only provide one paragraph.) It is from the Introduction to A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson, and I would encourage anyone to read it for understanding. It helps explain to me why we’re here on Earth at this time:
To begin with, for you to be here now trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and intriguingly obliging manner to create you. It’s an arrangement so specialized and particular that it has never been tried before and will only exist this once. For the next many years (we hope) these tiny particles will uncomplainingly engage in all the billions of deft, cooperative efforts necessary to keep you intact and let you experience the supremely agreeable but generally underappreciated state known as existence.
Simply put, we just are. That’s it. We exist. Maybe there will be more later as I continue my journey. Maybe not.