I heard this on the way to work yesterday.
“It’s an interesting temporary organism,” as he walked north on Wacker Drive, the man spoke those words into the microphone attached to his earbuds on one end and his phone on the other. His remarks were mixed with curiosity, excitement, and normalcy. The mixture of the words temporary and organism is what piqued my interest and own curiosity, triggering a reflex to grab my phone, hit the mic button, and speak:
It’s an interesting temporary organism man walking on Wacker Drive Wednesday
Now this Thursday morning, my vision of this man creating life in a Petri dish, standing in amazement of his God-like powers to create life, writing down his observations for a future submission to Nature, and his disappointment and relief as the life-form self combusts to depart this earth with as much vigor as it arrived, are abandoned with the realization that no matter what organism he spoke of, that all of life is temporary.
There is nothing permanent about our existence. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. All creation comes and goes. It’s the cycle of life or circle, whatever your preference. Our own remains may be buried, but eventually, all the flesh and brains that create our humanness will decompose, consumed by other temporary organisms, until the casket in which we are buried hold only the bones, remnants of the skeleton that once held us together.
I don’t find this reminder ominous. I find it liberating. Because all the nonsense swirling around the world through the Twitter sphere and more is also temporary. And I’m hopeful that the venom and greed and absolute distortion of power will too implode leaving nothing but dust in its wake.
I love eavesdropping.