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not a moment, but a slow awakening,
where matter learns to pulse, to grow,
to sense the light and reach for it.
Life, you remind me, isn’t defined by breath alone,
but by the quiet dance of cells,
the whispers of metabolism,
the rhythm of adaptation and change.
It’s not a single spark,
but a tapestry woven over time—
from stillness to motion,
from silence to song.
The boundary between life and not-life
is softer than we think,
a gentle blur where wonder lives.
Science seeks its meaning,
but life remains part mystery, part miracle—
a story still being written
in every root, wing, and heartbeat.