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“We come from matter” he said somewhat angrily. I looked at him, more so because of the subtle hostility than the difference in belief. “Matter had to be made too. So where did matter come from?” I asked. “It was just here” he stubbornly replied. “It was just here” I thought to myself, silently shaking my head. What indeed made the H that comes in two to tango along with O and become water, the essence for life? What indeed paired two O’s to give us the breath of life? I’m fascinated with that, and I’m sure I always will be, but the answer doesn’t matter. Indeed, we are “only” matter. Returning to the “matter” of things when we die. It’s a beautiful thing, I think, to be (re-)created from the same matter that has always been .. just here. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K