One of the life beauties of single living person like me is, that from time to time you meet mold.
Stuff that I didn’t eat long time/forgot about it……bread, fruit…..half-full coffee cup forgot in the sink.
Of course you can meet it elsewhere in your house…but that kinda doesn’t happen if you have good hygienic habits and this is not story about this kind of mould.
I met one this morning.
In plastic basket of raspberries 2 days old, bought for the (bearded) dragon.
Sitting silently on the kitchen counter.
The thing is, It actually looked like anything else than silent.
It wasn’t about the colour.
It was about the attitude.
Several small colonies of grey, soft, small furry life-forms.
Divided by a few differences in age development.
Grabbing their deserved place on this world by giving the raspberries hard time…
Some just small furry carpets, some which conquered slightly larger space, some with successfully developed spore stamps…
Ready to multiplicate, to grow, to spread, to seed, to extent, to procreate….to be
And when in case, that current natural habitat ( over ripped, soft fruit, full of sugar) conditions will wear out, resources consumed.
There is the conserved legacy of that mould.
Spores that didn’t grow, that didn’t shoot out.
That weren’t given chance to seed themselves in dying habitat.
Conserving the life to be recreated into its original extent when the environment becomes at least bit pleasant again.
Consume energy provided by surroundings to rebuild the original structure by reading the instructions in DNA (Lego plan).
To catch (consume) in larger amounts
to capture for longer
To procreate.
To be.
And to procreate.
Which was first?
The egg or the chicken?
And now tell me how we are higher forms of beings.
Of course I’m not talking about individualism
In global
As societies.
Simple organism…
We are, we consume…and if possible in large amounts…until nothing is left to consume.
Everything In range.
To grow.
To reach more
To ensure existence by spreading more, further.
To procreate.
To seed
To be.
And one day, when everything fairly reasonable to consume will be gone, and useless leftovers are around.
The simple Lego reading book is left to rebuild complex structures if conditions will became friendly again.
Red by automatic software.
To be.
To live
To procreate….
To be….
It’s kinda awkward to admit that by end of the day…life is just fucking meaningless joke…that the only thing that prevents you to became mold is some ridiculous number of lines of code.
That makes us related in any way and means to the mould in the same manner as it makes us related to everything else living around ( on this planet in this corner of the universe).
And yes, I threw the basket of raspberries to the bin and had splendid day ( no joking…really….. no sarcasm in that).
It actually quite made my day ….