A voice resonates through the earth–a rumbling of beach stones sliding down a rippled ocean floor. The resulting vibration finds a sustained resonance in a tide pool less than 50 meters away. The calcified sodium cavity left almost perfectly cylindrical after the dissolving of a carbon sprue years prior makes a pool that fills to the brim with water as evening tide leaves the liquid to settle toward an equilibrium, which will sustain the mixture until morning. The temperature settles as well in this insulated chamber, appropriate for several amino acids to combine in a rare arrangement. The exchange of static charge held in the low hanging mist, moderated by the exothermic reaction of water releasing hydrogen, and the resonant vibration energizes the reaction. Ancient years and geographies architected to pivot on this moment. And yet this pivot is only the continuation of the same direction. All perfectly choreographed before time and directed behind the mist.
All this, the motion, the phase, and the temperature of everything, the sustained vibration of every atom which describes it all, is perhaps one word of the voice of God.
Raw Spoon, 9-16-16
