As a young boy I can recall always looking for answers; answers as to how things were made, how they came to be and where they came from.Often as most boys would do, I would dismantle things, be they living or material.I wondered how anyone could have thought of taking what appeared to be a rock and turning it into a piece of steel,and then into an object of destruction or intricate beauty. The more I looked, the deeper I delved,the more inspired and puzzled I became.
Who would have thought; steel from rocks; gold and silver from rocks; gemstones from rocks; sand from rocks and even coal which we turn into energy comes from rocks. The rock it seemed was the basis of the very foundation on which I was standing.I recall looking up into space and thinking where does it all end, in fact where did it all begin.
Then there were the butterflies and the bees, the flowers and the trees, all things bright and beautiful.At first glance they seemed far simpler than the man made monstrosities, far less puzzling, mostly softer and easier to dismantle.I gave very little thought to their male up or design,back then I just accepted their existence. There were a few other things around back then, those to be afraid of, the mud man, the bogey man and all things that went bump in the night. Finally there was myself and others like me, whom I would imagine shared all the same feelings.Would my questions ever be answered?
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