On this day, 27 years ago, a human being was introduced into the world. She opened her eyes for the first time, hazy, unaware of the unimaginable complexity and subtleness of her form. Steadily, she matured, adapted.
Her brain - a sponge of integrated hardwiring ripe for information - remained persistently active and passionately curious. It’s evolution, after all - there’s plenty of time to waste, but no reason to. Not with so much history behind her, and her future an open door to a house of resources with unlimited windows, closets, open spaces, and unexplored regions.
Incredulity is an impediment. Awe is not something she simply feels, but accepts as a natural progression of finding things out about the world, because the universe that brought her forth, brought forth first the world she can hardly explore the entirety of in a single lifetime.
Along her journey through this existence, she stumbles and falls, just as she had during adolescence as a toddler. She’s strong. Beautiful. Intelligent, moreover. She knows that the term “adolescence” itself is condescending to the collective species, because we will forever be adolescents, always with more to intellectually gain from one moment to the next.
Her openness of mind accompanied with her fair skin, gentle fingertips, and approachable, inviting persona, are far too magnificent and complimentary an assembly of stellar remnants to justify with simple adjectives or metaphors.
She’s exquisite. Upon first sight, let alone first engagement, you’re certain she’s on her way to somewhere. She may not be able to confirm the direction or destination, but you’re sure she’s on her way, and when she arrives, you hope someone equally as exquisite is along for this journey, or awaiting her arrival.
All of these intricately assembled perfections, individually owed - ironically, poetically - to imperfections in genetic material. The culprit for these corresponding genetic mutations? Again, poetically, ironically - accelerated particles - atomic interstellar travelers spanning the cosmic medium on the waves of momentum generated by collapsing stars.
The cyclical process of stellar lifespans is so much more than supernovae dispersing the essential chemical elements for life amongst the universe. Stars are never finished, nor do they fade into the background of our own lives, or the lives of any other living organism.
This beautiful assemblage of discarded luminous matter is owed to the lives and deaths of what we, homo sapiens, refer to as “stars.” And before our species even developed the vocal acuity to integrate this term into our vernacular, or refined our inquisitiveness of the majestic, sparkling and vibrant sheath overhead, those luminous infernos set into motion what would be distinguished subtleties we’ve deemed “traits.”
Stars’ lives and deaths were responsible for the accelerated particles which penetrated the Earth’s atmosphere and corrupted - for better or worse - our entire genetic lineage, millions of years ago. These changes may have aided countless species toward survival, demise, or both. It’s been quite a journey, nonetheless, and here we all are.
And me? I’m a similar manifestation of cosmic serendipity, a fellow wanderer, someone “equally as exquisite” who has intersected with this lovely individual, pledged to join her on this journey - through better and better - until we return these forms to the cosmos…together.
Happy 27 revolutions around our home star, Melissa. I love you.