The Magic of Carbon is who I am.



I’m just an old lump of coal but I’m going to be a diamond someday. A line from an old western song but thank god that’s not going to be my fate. There’s no future ending up as a piece of Carbon changed into a beautiful Diamond ring on somebody’s finger. Can you imagine how many places a ring on someone’s finger, especially the index fingers, finds itself. It counts pocket change, is the pointer when throwing a baseball or a rock, it picks your nose and of the 5 digits on your hand it’s the most important when it comes to cleaning all the nooks and crannies on your body. And if your like me and like to write, but your typing skills are of the hunt and peck variety, it calls up your 2 index fingers to get the job done.

Actually I feel sorry for the Carbon atom that has to spend till the end of time as a sparkling bauble inside a Diamond ring. That is a dead end street for me. So let me be one of those Carbon chain atoms that make up all life. That gets to have a life, then to grow old and die but always reborn again as something totally new. And as long as Carbon doesn’t get captured and sold into Diamond ring slavery, my Carbon atom can live and infinite number of very different lives for an infinite amount of time.

So how do I bridge the gap between my tangible body and my immortal soul. With Carbon that’s what. Carbon bridges the chasm between the living and our after life. Because you have to be living in order to have a brain that can conceive the idea of immortality.

I know Carbon atoms are the building blocks for all of life we humans are included. So how do we find this Magic of life? It’s found in a bag of yeses no’s, rights and wrongs, loving or hateful that each of us have. It’s stored in our personalities where the combination of choices is limitless. Pick out the giving, the curious, the brave, the courteous and kind and in the blink of an eye “Shazam” happiness appears. Choose words like can’t, victim, selfish and hate they’ll be only fleeting moments of joy. But the magic bag is always within us. Leaving the disenfranchised or those that maybe made some poor choices a chance for a “do over.” That’s the wonder of Carbon.

See Ya

Jack


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