Eve All Around

I've been struggling with this for a bit. I'm a little embarrassed to acknowledge my source for this anguish. But the source is irrelevant, the material is real, to paraphrase an intelligent bomb.

Half of you as you sit here reading this started off as an egg inside your mother. Your mother was born with every single egg she will ever have inside her. Those eggs all formed inside her ovaries while she was inside her mother, your grandmother. Your grandmother was born with every single egg she will ever have inside her. Those eggs all formed inside her ovaries while she was inside her mother, your great-grandmother.

And so on.

It's one non-stop chain all the way back to Eve. Further, even, if you're an evolution-believing monkeychild, as I am. This goes back hundreds of millions of years. Billions maybe even.

Your mother (perhaps even you, good reader) is a direct part of the most successful propagation of an organism on Earth.

Every woman represents an organic copy, a regenerated form of the Universal Mother. Men are ejecta, called upon to fill code. The genetic material that comes from men suffers for decades under environmental strains before being reintroduced to the Original Strain.

It sort of weirds me out, frankly. I mean... the implications of this revelation are so mind-bogglingly huge. Humans, apes, monkeys, furless mammals, cowering in branches, dinosaurs, reptiles, amphibians, fish, arthropods, multi- and single-celled organisms and that first rocky mutation that figured out the best way to propagate.

Ever grow crystals in water?

It's crazy.

So I guess it all comes back to my theory that the atoms in the universe aren't perfect. That they keep screwing up in some way or another that allows for little mutations to occur that feed life-as-we-know-it and evolution. That if you look deep enough inside an atom, beyond electrons and protons and neutrons and what not, you'll find this little part that's screwing everything up and keeping us all together at once.

There's a hunt on now for this "God Particle." I don't know if it has any answers, but I likes the sound of it.

ANYWAY... I know it's the early morning hours when I'm worrying about existence and whatnot.

I apologize.

But tell your mother I love her the next time you see her.

And I love you, Mom. You've always been my most dedicated reader.