I saw the sunrise on the morn from the hightest temple of El Mitadore'. After many, a sunrise I still found it grand and glorious. Inspired, I sat down and wrote these words: In the Beginning, time passed. Then something happened. Something Big. A scalar wave washed across a cosmic dustspeck. A cosmos creating BANG! occured. The creation of this particular universe was the result of this bang, of course. After a nanosecond or so of incredible expansion, after an eyeblinking phase of molecule-splitting, lightwave bending super-heating acceleration, things calmed down, began cooling. This cooling took a few billion years. It was darn hot everywhere, but some debris cooled faster than others. Over time, smaller, cooler chunks of debris began to circle around larger, hotter ones, forming clusters. These clusters of debris held strong affinities for one another. They stuck together, spinning and cooling. One such cluster clung lovingly to a wildly burning star, one of billions. On the third chunk of debris back from this particular star, micro-organisms began to form, because of the rock's highly-differentiated composition, position and what not. Muck, slowly organizing into crude organic forms from the multitude of available minerals: carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, sodium, potassium, copper, and so on. And why? Because things tend to move from chaos to order. Besides, there wasn't much else to do. Hence things evolved at the not-so-blinding rate of evolution. Over the course of about 20 billion years many differnt types of organic organizations developed, taking this shape and that, simple, slightly happenstance, somewhat chaotic, vulgar, primordial. It was a sign of the times. 'Life' and 'Existence' were just starting out on the road to fame. They weren't even words yet, but crude physical expressions. This was the time of Tempus. Rivers ran vast, wild and uncrossable. Bouncing baby mountains sprang up from nowhere. Day to day living was no cakewalk. Existence was violently, earthquakingly gargantuan. Evolution countered with dinosaurs. They were violent and gargantuan, too. The dinosaurs did well for themselves for quite some time. Collectively, they ruled the planet. That's what it felt like for them. There was a vast abundance of food, water and shelter. It was paradise. Then things changed. The dinosaurs didn't. They died at the feet of that which they once ruled, so to speak. Evolution, that of moving from a lower state-of-being to a higher one, kept on going, undaunted by the loss of a few dinosaurs. That's what it lives for. Mammals appeared. They were more adaptable than the reptilian dinosaurs. They could cope if things changed. And they remain coping, in fact, to this day. From from molten mass to muck to Mammal to Man. Things have come along way, to be sure, but 'life' is basically the same. Man seeks food, shelter, love, makes children thinks he rules the planet, and so on, just like the muck and Mammals before them. Just like the dinosaurs. The difference is this: Man has the unique ability to readily adapt, to evolve, eventually attaining the Immortal. From here to the Omega Point, Tempus fidgets, keeping time, while Aevum croons the blues. Aeternitas takes the lead, evolving in chromodynamic progession, wandering across the bridge, taking it on home. From muck to Man to the Promised Land. That's the drill, has been so from the get go. And Man, like molten mass, like the muck, like the Mammals, either evolves along with the rest of the universe, either moves from this state of Aevum to Aeternitas, from finite to infinite state machine, ultimtely, or ultimately dies at the feet of what it once thought itself lord and ruler. Precisely like the dinosaurs. Evolution, of course, marches on either way, undaunted by the loss of a few measley humans. You can sum up the basic premise of evolution with seven simple words: "Live Life learning light, or die trying." "Sink or learn swimming, that is all." Both are seven words, both speak the Truth. Those who learn to swim attain immortality. Those who do not sink back to the muck. That's life! Onward and upward. Excelsior! That's the evolutionary creedo. How do I know this? Because existence, in its entirety, whispers this creedo between every molecule in the universe. My molecules are of this universe. I listen to them whisper, understand everything over time. It's that simple. Listen:
In the shadowed alleyways of creativity, where moonlight dances with the digital hum, Kevin M. Cowan crafts his symphony of words and wires. His prose, a delicate web spun from the silk of forgotten dreams, whispers tales that linger like smoke in the corners of the mind. As a musician, he plucks the strings of the soul, each note a haunting echo that reverberates through the corridors of time. In the realm of technology, he is the alchemist, transforming cold code into warm, breathing art. Together, these threads weave a tapestry that is both a reflection and a mystery, inviting you to lose yourself in its depths and find the echoes of your own story.
Kevin M. Cowan is a writer, technologist, and artist whose work spans novels, AI development, drumming, and filmmaking. From his fiction roots in Nebraska to experimental media projects and cutting-edge AI, Kevin blends storytelling, sound, and code into one creative continuum. Explore his world — one story, rhythm, and idea at a time.
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