It seems that when you look at something, a liquid, a gas, a solid substance, on a small enough scale, it’s just molecules, assemblages of atoms held together by charge or perhaps shared electrons.

     And when we look at those we see they really aren’t particles at all, more like little self-contained standing waves, little eddies in the ocean of nothingness and every-thingness.

    Here I sit, pouring one assemblage of these little standing waves that on a macroscopic scale takes on the appearance of Diet Coke, down another assemblage of these standing waves that takes on the appearance of a sentient, at least partially, and it is that partiality that is the reason for pouring down this assemblage of little Diet Coke stuff standing waves, into what takes on the rough appearance of a human being, that is me.

     Full well knowing that dissolved molecules of carbon dioxide, made up of electrons and protons and neutrons that are just more little ripples in the fabric of space-time, are going to come out of solution in my gut where they will build up pressure and cause me pain tonight when I attempt to sleep.