44 D N A = FUNTION x ECONOMY

44 D N A = FUNTION x ECONOMY

A trillion of trillions of years later …

The trip up to another mythical world seemed to be increasingly impossible, and the most endless kidnapping. I discovered in, things I satiate more complex than in the unsuccessful (bankrupt) investigation (research) of the letters. Somehow, the Emissary was teaching(showing) them to myself without words or I was learning them in the evidence that his(her,your) alone presence was showing. Other sensations and other colors appeared.

Of the Emissary I learned even of the prehistory and the reasons of this distant humanity; saberes that would get pleased not to retain only in me, but to share with you. The more notable thing that I learned is that the life in his(her,your) last sense is like a river; one that hurls down itself for you them were, an uninterrupted lineage of molecules they germinate: the atoms of a molecule spiral and fry(annoy). The life - clear - is not the molecule germinal, that is only a thing, but what this one does to multiply; never sew, always I process(try), always to flow. I knew that this river advanced without pauses for the landscapes of the time and as the water, it(he,she) took his(her,your) form according to the form of the area in which it(he,she) was flowing. The life, which lacks in yes form, takes then that of the container that contains it. The water, the life was whirling, was hurling down itself(himself,herself), was getting lost, or was stagnating; as her(it), it was mixed or was getting confused with other waters. The change of the life was constant, looking like that wanted to exhaust all the possible ways of being, it(he,she) demonstrates of not having in the deep thing, a being. But the evolution of the life also was returning to his(her,your) common habits as the water to do turbulences, whirlpools, surges and meanders. Now we are the forefront of this trip; a section in his(her,your) stranger travels nowhere. We were a part(report) of this flight without destination(destiny) or itinerary of the life. But paradoxically we are a thing, or, are not the life, but it is happening(passing) for we towards ahead.

The life is a car multiplication of the auto multiplication, this it is the end(purpose), his(her,your) means were everything. In a point of the universe that already does not exist it(he,she) started this minuscule one to flow, the first molecule being formed(trained) germinal. His(her,your) descent has survived amazing, and still(yet) he(she) persists today, trillions of trillions of trillions of centuries after his(her,your) birth in a remote planet. It(he,she) continues still(yet) in this sad late afternoon of the cosmos, as a germ that persists in the corpse of a God, dead and dispersed already it(he,she) does very much; a God whose body increasingly hollow threatens to eliminate in his(her,your) abysses his(her,your) former guest: the life.