I can see the hand of God in the spin of the electron,
Folding and
unfurling in higher dimensional space,
Rotating
720 degrees before coming back round again,
Cresting
and waving in superpositions, everywhere at once,
Decillions
Drifting through time across the endless expanse,
A
fluctuating face hovering over waters contemplating what is yet to come,
Dusty
electrons dancing in the blinding furnace of proton fusion,
Only to
explode out into a formless earth,
Only to
spray sweet sunlight into the crevice and rocky mists,
Only for
cold carbon held together by bonding pairs
To drift a
billion years on beaches under the light of broken moon,
Until
proteins folded over, gave up the fight, submitted to the iron will of
electromagnetism,
And complex
organic chemistry began in the folding fractured plume of the Earth,
And the electrons said “Let there be a phospholipid bi-layer” and the enthalpy obeyed.
And the electrons said “Let there be DNA”
and the great mouth of the Earth groaned. giving up the animals out of the dust.
What could
spark a life that can see across the light of a trillion suns
But a mind
in the form of a word, a pattern spinning out from the dark?
