Wondering and Conspiring

So, I've been wondering a lot lately. Well, that's not new. A lot of us do. But when the result of that wondering is a wonder in itself, the excitement takes its toll.

There's a chapter about genetics in Biology, and I was studying about the DNA and the gene part, which is amazingly interesting. So each segment of the DNA which gives us a characteristic is called a gene. There's CODES on a gene which dictate our reactions to situations. 

Codes. Codes? The word struck a chord. Codes. Coding. Programming.

And then, the stunning revelation.

I started to wonder how these codes must be created or written. Binary? Or any language? Elemental language? Anyways, I began wondering who wrote, or decided, them. And thanks to Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy, a thought crossed my mind, grasping hold of it.

Imagine, we are robots. Robots with commands programmed inside us (in the DNA) by any other intelligent life form in the universe. Robots. ROBOTS.

Our life is controlled by the intelligent life form. We are an experiment. It's all in our DNA. Fascinating. 

And there comes a plot for a sci-fi.

Leaving out all the science fiction, reality sets in. What language is this code REALLY in? Who decides it? Nature? Nature's robots, all of us? Or is it all decided by the cells inside us? If that is the case, we are being governed by a power inside of us.

There are endless arguments. Endless possibilities. Endless conspiracy theories. What's yours?

WARNING: This Poem is Hot

Howdy.
        How is it, people?
                Been busy?
                        Working?
                                Oh, no!
                                        You're slurping
                                                Coffee
                                                        From a cup.
                                                                And burping,
                                                                       Loud and
                                                                                Clear enough.

                                                                                 Now this seems...
                                                                           Great!
                                                                     Just go
                                                   With the flow.
                                          The winter's
                                      Here
                         (No where near!)
                 Miss that chill
           (And chicken
       from that hot,
 hot grill!)
                   
 The thing, folks
                 is now a hell lot
                       Clear!
                              The times are
                                        A-changing!
                                              (So are we!)
                                                       The blankets are
                                                                   A-blaming
                                                                           And we are
                                                                                   A-flaming
                                                                                            (Isn't it HOT?)

                                                                                                    I do hope
                                                                                         We humans...
                                                                                  Fart a bit less!
                                                                       The heat's taking
                                                              Over! The earth's
                                                       A mess!
                                         Live some better,
                      cowboys, have some
                  Respect!
            'Cause we're grilled fish
 (WHAT THE HECK?!)

Imagine

She lay on her back on the grass, which was holding her up like she was their queen. All around her, she could see vast landscapes covered with the plant, stretching beyond infinity. She turned her head back up towards the sky, dotted and sprayed with shining white dots that were the stars. Amidst the soothing music of those stars, she spotted the moon, round and regal. Yet another infinity, she thought.

The sky. Was it the wall of a chamber or the road to freedom? Was it confining or liberating? She did not know about that, but she did know that it was refreshing, vastened her imagination like itself. Took her to places.

One such place was the star slightly to the left. Definitely not the brightest, it was the star which took her eye when she sweeped the sky with her eyes. She directed her thoughts back towards that place, that star. 

Who knew what might be happening there? Would there be hard, black rock forming pools of red hot lava or would there be a light blue sky, splayed with bright-coloured rivers running through forests of icicles? Would there be tiny carriers of life trotting forth on the path or would there be magnificent giants sitting on cliffs?

It might happen that a person lying down on the ground in that place, just like her, and looking up at the sky, just like her, could be thinking of the landscapes out there in the places in the sky, just like her. Now that she came to think of it, it may happen that she was watching herself from another dimension!

She looked around her again. Dew drops settled down on the grass were glinting with joy as they reflected the light of the moon. The air blew fresh as it held hands with the grass. 

She breathed, sitting up, and found herself at her desk, writing.

Ah, imagination.