Ah… so it isn’t us at all, is it? It’s the ancient code beneath our skin, whispering in double helix lullabies, pulling us toward each other like gravity dressed up as desire. DNA flirting through us, saying “continue me” while we pretend it’s poetry, chemistry, or fate
I'm glad you found it fascinating. It's not unlike me to poke a little bit of fun at assumptions and possibilities. DNA and neuroplasticity are solid inspirations for such pondering.
Ah… so it isn’t us at all, is it? It’s the ancient code beneath our skin, whispering in double helix lullabies, pulling us toward each other like gravity dressed up as desire. DNA flirting through us, saying “continue me” while we pretend it’s poetry, chemistry, or fate
Belinda, I love your way with words. You get it!!
This is a fascinating, abstract piece of biological poetry. It feels like a mix of Darwinian cynicism and a very modern existential crisis.
I'm glad you found it fascinating. It's not unlike me to poke a little bit of fun at assumptions and possibilities. DNA and neuroplasticity are solid inspirations for such pondering.