Recipe for Me
For me, you will need the following ingredients;
1 large sack of imagination
3 jars of childishness
6 teaspoons of vim
1 pinch of vigour
8 ounces of bile
Method;
Mix the childishness and the vim together until you have a fine paste.
Add the imagination and set aside for sixty two years to prove.
Gently knead the bile into the mixture and place aside for one hour to allow the mixture to rest.
Take the mixture and with a large rolling pin, bash it repeatedly until it yields with a heavy sigh, then sprinkle the remaining vigour over the top and leave in an armchair until it gets hungry.
Decorate with old clothes, and serve.
misplaced quantities
in total I am made up of:
1 melted chocolate bar
chipped nail polish
12 fallen stars
100,009 lost bobby pins
347 dog-eared pages
lace underwear
3 broken music boxes
expensive pens
8 forgotten marbles
torn blue jeans
5 wool socks
picture books
sloppy handwriting
90 unstrung pearls
28 scars
all of these are true
I've counted
Miles upon miles of code
Coiled again and again
Unravelled and copied
Replicated and doubled
In the form of four letters
Four molecules
All in an order
Translating into chains of amino acids
Chains that determine our physical traits
What gives us pleasure?
What gives us pain?
Entices joy?
Anger?
Sadness?
Fear?
Excitement?
Contentment?
Chains that dictate
What we look like
Sound like
What color are our eyes?
Is our hair?
Our skin?
How tall are we?
How thin are we?
Do we run cold?
Do we run hot?
These little letters
In strings turned into chains
Physically make us /what/ we are
And those letters are passed on by our parents
But our parents pass on more
They pass on their morals
Their personalities
Their quirks
Their talents
Their humor
Their knowledge
And those things
Are what make us /who/ we are
Elements
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Aether
solids, gases, plasmas, liquids, energy
this body, comprised mostly of Water,
from the Earth,
breathing its Air,
this Earth from the Sun's Fire,
and this Sun
from the cosmos' energy
this energy
and its wave-particle duality
all possibilities existing simultaneously,
one of which manifesting
as this body and the physical senses,
as this psyche and the nonphysical senses,
both of which mere waves
traveling through this ethereal ocean
ultimately made of
the same maker
that we may as well name
"Aether"
or
"energy"
or
"God"
so by this logic,
analytically and semantically,
I am made of
and by
God
Damn these protons.
To hell with this electromagnetic force.
Abandon ye helices of deoxyribonucleic acid who enter here.
I am the idea, the ether, the 95% of air that swims between the raindrops, the taste beyond the tips of tongues, the unbelieved deity, the anti-sky beyond our light horizon, and the final sequence to the next Big Bang's launch code...
...for all I know.
