Many believe that life is casual,
there is no breath of life
They do not understand that the casual,
is causal and intentional ...
It is an ordering of the creative Father ...
For him, there is no coincidence,
impossibility and chance ...
there is no spontaneous generation,
nil is boom ... zero loose or
wandering through space, because
no link is lost.
No links yet
broken chain...
Everything recovers when you rejoin
to the creator ...
It is not science,
is cosmic consciousness ...
all is quite simple,
all is wonderful,
all simply divine as the
breath of life
There's truth in
Spontaneous generation
I've been there
Seen it
Observed the formation
It can't be disproved
Discounted
Diluted
It is creation
It is born instantly
Not from clay or cells
It's not like that
For this
There is no host
No Petri dish
But ourselves
And it's not slow
It doesn't grow
It explodes
Replicating
Overtaking
Cell upon cell
Completely filling
That's the beauty
In this theory
Nearly everyone denies
It has no form
Or material structure
Yet now it's present
Even in trials
With beakers stopped
No influence
Upon it
A maddening theory
To adopt
Vacuum sealed
Impenetrable
Then poof
Revealed
No known source
Abandon logic
Methods
Reason
From where?
It appears
This new life
Begins
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