Wednesday, April 8, 2009


The world has become somewhat uniform in a lot of ways. We pass down pass down pass down everything. It's just one person taking up what their elders decided to leave behind in their genetics. The story that comes from their mother father grandparents. It's a story and it's written all throughout the code in your body. Your DNA.

The Ladder of Ancestry

The different letters can add up in a million different ways, gauging how we react, how we are who we are. There's a ladder made up of a beautiful doubled stranded helix in our code that tells us exactly who we are and how we should be.

a-t a-t a-t a-t

You can look at it however you want, be in fate, be it religion, be it some divine hand in your creation, but in the end it comes down to four little letters. It comes down to who you have to be, who you're destined to be through the neurons reacting in your brain. Your corneas know to register light as they do because their DNA holds the process to create the protien that feeds the enzymes that feed your brain.

That hefty old brain of yours that just tick tocks the rest of your life away. It’s tempered by all those enzymes, all of those experiences held within cerebral fluid. This is all made up by double strands of nitrogen, phosphorous, oxygen and a little itty bitty five cardon sugar. Did you know all this code was held together by tiny, incredibly easily breakable hydrogen bonds, the weakest of all chemical bonds? Did you know that the tiny quarks racing through your system as you become subject to radiation could be tearing apart your genetic coding as we speak.

The peculiar thing about all of this is, is that there’s a helix, a solenoid wrapped chromatic that never changes. That remains genetically constant as it’s passed along from one to the other. It’s your mitochondria. It says everything. It is the exact same strand in every body, passed down from the mother. The thing that fuels us, that which makes us move, makes our cells breathe, it comes from our mothers. It is a constant. It is a reminder of just how the same we all are. One day, lying in the ground, we’ll unravel and our mitochondria will be long dead, and it’ll be so hard to tell who we were, but for now, we know exactly who we are. Know exactly what we’re meant to be. We’re meant to be exactly what our mother intended us to be. We’re genetically linked whether we like it or not, and you’ll never escape that guilt.

It’s amazing how simple science can make life to understand.

Our bodies, emitting electromagnetic fields in the heat of passion, maybe more dangerous that high emission power lines. Baby’s mutation is another man’s pleasure. All of that pressure, all of that passion. Did any of you know that we’re all the perfect scientists? We can calculate average velocities and displacements, curve lengths, frequency pitches subconsciously with enough practice. Every time you catch a ball your mind goes through a million processes calculating when it will arrive and how fast it will be going when it gets there. Every time we sing along to a song we’re doing the necessary physics to realize exactly how the wave would look if we could see it.

We’re musical people because we know what makes us, we know we’ll submit.

Cows are the perfect physicists, unconsciously aligning themselves with the earths polar north while they’re trying to rest. They know exactly where to go. Shocked and confused if they point to the rising sun, if they have to face to the east. Magnets and power lines, magnetic fields and ELFs, they fuck the cows up. The mess up the very physical fabric of the natural order of things. We have to understand that it’s all there for a reason. We can’t keep making everything our own device, because really, it’s all going to end up the same way.

We’re genetically coded, and we’re killing ourselves to try to escape it.


1 comment:

Raisingsmartgirls said...

Heh, now that you are a college man, I don't feel weird about posting on your blog anymore. Unless, of course you went to college early in which case I could be in a whole lotta trouble simply for talking to you.

I love this. As a former lab rat extrordinaire who worked in forensics and medical genetics, DNA is right up my alley, so this post just tickles me.

How I wish I had a blog when I was in college, probably would have been a lot of fun.

Take care,

KC (or Casey)