"The best time for germination is in the dead of winter when nothing grows."
If you have passed 2nd grade earth science, then hopefully you found something wrong with that statement. Even without the definition of germination, you know that generally, for life to begin (in a traditional seed), the conditions need to be warm and moist, so that the tough outer shell can be broken and fresh, exciting life can burst through the surface of the soil into the face of the immense sphere of fire that we call our Sun.
If I were a seed, this process would be incredibly exciting. I could only imagine being stuck in a dark, cold place for days, months, even years. The anticipation would be agonizing, knowing that my own life could start if only the planets aligned for me. I would be wishing with my whole soul for a single drop of liquid to seep through the granules of soil that make up my temporary coffin so it could engulf my entire being with the means for a beginning. I would pray that the season changes; that God would take the Earth between His powerful yet gentle hands and, with his brow furrowed in empathetic passion, rotate us ever so slightly, that even a handful of photons would penetrate the earth to where I lay. I would harness that energy with unworthy cells working to please the Provider.
But I'm not a seed. I'm a human, with more power and influence than any humble seed could ever imagine. I take this gift of conscience and knowledge close to that of a god for granted, a gross insult to the right that the original two humans stole from their creator. Being humble spans all religions and cultures, and is a universal theme that we must strive for. "Humble Yourself in the sight of the Lord, and He shall lift you up." (James 4:10)
5 comments:
Oh yeah, being a seed would be so much fun! Sometimes I sit outside and I just watch the grass grow, wishing my life was as exciting as its. There is no better way to spend an afternoon. The time just rushes by. That was a joke. I would hate being a seed. Boring.
But good use of imagery. I could really imagine being a seed for a second there. Your post took me on a journey.
Mr. Johnson, if you were attempting to be witty, your petty attempt at well-structured sarcasm was a far cry away from it. You just came off as snobbish and rude. I thank you for your appreciation of my writing skills, but please don't bother to comment on my blog (or read it for that matter) if you are only going to try to tear myself and my thoughts down. Maybe if you were to humble your ego to the size of a seed then you would be able to be open-minded; a change to your normally ignorant disposition.
Ouch. You hurt my feelings. I am going to commit suicide. --- More sarcasm.
Your mother just came off as snobish and rude! Need some ice for that burn?
Ah, an excellent example of your level of class; "joking" about taking your own life and making fun of a man's deceased mother. Congratulations on the impressive use of a juvenile insult that you've probably used countless times before on people of your sophomoric generation. The more you talk, the more you prove my points, Mr. Johnson.
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