There’s a code,
Written into the pieces of me
Mysterious and complex
It speaks in forms unknown
Turning this on, turning that off
Flipping genetic switches at seeming random
Lighting fires within, only to douse them later, with no explanation or apology
It’s a book, 50, 100, 1 million volumes thick, written in a language I cannot read
My own body and mind, a saga I cannot comprehend without another’s key.
“The Divine Mystery” some may call it, as they turn away from the puzzle to things they can digest. The depth and breadth of the conundrum too much for them to contemplate, they have no further wish to attempt the struggle.
But for me, I wish to delve deeper, to try to understand the whys and wherefores, the hows and whats of Me.
I seek, not only to understand for my own self, but to translate – to gain understanding, the internal “ah-hah!” from others. To see the light go on when they understand that I am the way I am because…THIS. And THAT. And THESE.
Logic and science dance seductively with emotion and faith, all swirling in their patterns together, intertwining in hypnotic rythmns, only to break violently & inexplicably from each other for no apparent reason. Then, quietly meeting again in the middle of the dance floor, to touch hands & make apologies, while agreeing to disagree.
Where does the dance begin? How does it end? And what is the meaning of that complicated bobble of steps in the middle? These are things I seek, words I reach for.
But first, I must decode my skin, my organs, my brain. I must Translate Me.
And that…might take a minute.
*written in response to the Daily Prompt*
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