Alive 1 -

The heart beats. The lungs draw air. The switch is on.

But herein lies the miracle. That same single digit of existence is also the prerequisite for joy. You cannot feel the sun on your skin without that “1.” You cannot taste salt on the wind, hear a child’s laugh, or feel the weight of a sleeping cat on your chest. The binary state is the canvas. The sorrows and the ecstasies are the paint. alive 1

And yet, to be human is to find that simple “1” terrifyingly insufficient. We are haunted by the fear of being a flat line, a mere biological “on” switch. We look at the long, sterile beep of a hospital heart monitor and feel a profound unease. Is that all it is? A signal? A metabolic loop? The heart beats

That simple, irreducible “1” is not the beginning of the journey. It is the journey. Everything else is just commentary. But herein lies the miracle